The Outlook
Dawn reveals a brilliant red plume
The Day Lily’s last bloom
Slowly opening to the predicted gloom
Casting a final shadow of colour on my room
In life I know nature’s not the carrier of doom
And next year they’ll be more flowers from her womb
Ivor Steven (c) March 2020
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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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Beautiful bloom Ivor ! Such a great prompt.
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a flower always brightens one’s day, and your words brighten mine!
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Yes, despite the our human frailties, nature’s flowers will grow again next year.. 😊🌹
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Your flower and your poem are both blooming…giving us hope, courage, and love!
Thank you, Ivor!
(((HUGS))), no bugs, from me 🙂
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Bug’s or no bugs this our rock, and the flowers will bloom around the clock…. 🌹🌹💙🌏
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Nicely forward looking
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Beautiful colours. I agree with Derrick 🙂
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