Sailing Away



I’m running away from last night’s blue moon

Walking hot bitumen streets

Wishing I was up high in a balloon

On an old comfy rocking seat

I’m young enough to fly

Beyond yesterday’s cloudburst

Travel today’s distant blue sky

Above this land’s ongoing curse

Take my hand, come sail with me

Soar among other floating air-ships

Escape restrictions and disease

Free our hearts for the new script




Ivor Steven (c) Nov 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.

70 thoughts on “Sailing Away”

    1. Yes Nanette that’s what I need to do… although it’s a beautiful sunny day here in Geelong, and a trip to my cafe, for a coffee and cake will have to be my piece of escapism today

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      3. Yes, do watch it. It’s a lovely animated film, it’s about how an old guy coped after the death of his wife. It not how it sounds, it’s a feel good family film. 🙂

        78-year-old balloon salesman Carl Fredricksen is about to fulfill a lifelong dream, one that was meant to include his late wife. Tying thousands of balloons to his house, he flies away to the South American wilderness. But curmudgeonly Carl’s worst nightmare comes true when he discovers a stowaway aboard: a Boy Scout named Russell.

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      2. Broken wrist ?? ouchie… I’m going ok except for living with the extra piece of Covid gravity that seems to be weighing everyone down… not depressed … but oppressed… 🙄

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  18. Wonderful poem, Ivor. I can relate. You expressed all of this so well.
    No matter what tries to keep us “earth-bound”, weighed down…we MUST keep floating, flying, soaring to places (outward and inward) that bring us joy!
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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