Footprints in the Mud


Who really are we?

What does the moon perceive?

Will we ever be free?

What’s our secret quest?

Wading forward through this mess

Alone in silence, I’m clueless



We are all under the same strain

Surrounded by these invisible chains

Are we ready to dance in the rain?

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

The outgoing tide will cleanse our veins

And wash our footprints from these muddy planes


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Ivor Steven (c) Sept 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.

32 thoughts on “Footprints in the Mud”

  10. Yes, we do feel stuck in the ucky acky icky mud. 😦
    But, so grateful to be here today. 🙂

    I understand the emotions in your words and your questions. You’re doing such an amazing job poem-ing what we are all feeling these days. Maybe you should have a book of just your COVID19-time poems. ???

    Let’s dance in the rain and in the mud! 😉
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PS…Mr. Cohen’s voice always brings me peace and comfort. 🙂

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    1. Ahh.. listening to Leonard Cohen this morning, .. his music calms my soul…. a beautiful start to this gorgeous spring day….. warm enough to dry up the ucky acky icky mud, … and Leonard’s singing the “Tennessee Waltz”…. Yeah, lets Dance… 😀💙🌏

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  11. The invisible chains and bindings which those in power keep tightening with no real answers. Trying to keep out of the bound mindsets. Many believe things have become better, I only see more suffering being handed down. Hope is dripped and then dried up. The choice of the Dragonfly is poignant in symbolism. Bless you Ivor.

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    1. Yes,.. the Dragonfly… only lives six months…. and it’s been six months since the bug started down here…. and while some people keep blatantly keep doing the wrong thing… we’ll be all hung out to dry…

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    1. Thank you for your mentioning my poem on your site, which seems very interesting… I’m out at the moment, I shall look into your site later.. 😊💙🌏
      Cheers from Ivor, in Australia..

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