Keep Pushing

My crying eyes are smoke filled rivers

And I’ve a blackened heart that’s bruised

From pushing the dark sky away

 

My knees are aching cushions full of burnt splinters

And I’ve blackened hands that are trembling

From holding the dark sky at bay

 

My feet are crumbling foundations in an ashen world

And I’ve a blackened soul that’s injured

From embracing the dark sky everyday

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  June 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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