Sunrise Beyond the Cracks


Sunrise Beyond the Cracks



My sage coloured curtains are half open

And the grey cloudy sky is half blue

I see the tree tops are half green

And above their swaying screens

I see last nights fading half moon

Is my world a half empty spoon?



Or is my ocean half full of wishes?

And splashing daylight kisses

Upon nature’s eternal waterfalls

Where misty forest rainbows

Deck her shimmering valley halls

My sunrise beyond the cracks in crumbing walls




Ivor Steven (c) September 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.

51 thoughts on “Sunrise Beyond the Cracks”

  1. Ivor, a deeply philosophical poem, an enhanced version of the age-old question: is the glass half-full or half-empty? I think the answer might be,” It depends on when you ask me.” But for this particular day, the poem ends on a hopeful note. It seems that the glass is half full! ❤

    Have a great day! Cheryl

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    1. Yes Cheryl… in my days of lockdown, I always have a feeling that I’m only half achieving, or half accomplishing what I want to do…. today is half full, and I must go out and try accomplish more…. 😀😎🌏

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      3. I guess not, and maybe comparing your situation to my mum’s is not accurate because she is very social during day, it’s only night times when she is alone in her house.
        I wish you well, and how wonderful that you keep sharing with us your lovely poems? Keep it up!

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    1. Yes Sue… that’s what’s happening, I think I am only achieving or accomplishing half of what I would normally do in a day…. as hard as I try to keep busy and do more… !!

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  7. A heartfelt, image-vivid, emotion-filled poem, and so relatable…we can all relate to this feeling of a half life. Great poem, Ivor!

    Oh! May all of your halves be whole soon…and may the cracks soon be smooth! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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    1. Thank you d.a…. sorry if I’ve missed your post,.. I’ve spent half a day in bed, and the other of the day, I’ve spent searching for the other half of the day

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  16. Such a cacophony of feelings Ivor. One moment there is bliss is being home and safe, with needs met. The next moment the frustration of feeling ‘trapped’ and confined sets in. We aren’t meant for this. But alas, we must.

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    1. Thank you Ursula for your kind and accurate comments, and as my title suggests… “there’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in”… Leonard Cohen

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