A Box of Old Crayons

The Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is the word: Retirement. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE . Although my poem below doesn’t mention ‘Retirement’ directly, I think my words may be read as a poem about living in later years of retirement…

A Box of Old Crayons


Sometimes I stared at an empty table

And wondered if I would ever be able

To turn the fading power back on

I was unsure about another swansong

But each time I became lost and wrong

I found another box of old crayons

And from here and there words did flow

Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow

Replenished by the thawing mountain snow

Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow

Again duplicating my life of highs and lows





Ivor Steven (c) March 2021

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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.

39 thoughts on “A Box of Old Crayons”

    1. Thank you V.J. and sorry I’ve not visited much lately, this doing a ‘Book’ thing has been a time consuming new experience for me… exciting, but very tiring for this old poet. 😁

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  9. I love this beautiful, relatable poem! Keep coloring our world with your beautiful poems, Ivor!

    When my son was little, he had anger issues, not surprising from the early neglect and abuse he had suffered. We bought him an inflatable Popeye punching bag. Every time you punched Popeye, he bounced back again. When life gives you a punch, Ivor, you just bounce back. ❤ ❤ ❤ I admire that.

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    1. Thank you Cheryl and yes here I’m metaphorically using “a box of old crayons” as a happy image of recovery/bouncing back from life’s many set-backs… ‘staring at the empty table’… turning the power back on/another swansong…. are words about recovering from grieving and my strokes… life is a full of winding rivers and turbulent seas, those highs and lows, that everyone experiences… 💛😊

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  10. Good! I’m so glad you found it!
    Aren’t crayons delightful…they do lift one’s spirit. 🙂
    This is a beautiful, relatable, wonderful poem, Ivor!
    When the things of life overwhelm we must get out the box of crayons and create! 😉 😀 You are great at this! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    This is the only crayon emoji I could find…
    🖍 🖍 🖍 😀

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    1. Good morning Carolyn…. 7.50am here.. and yes it’s a delightful poem about how I have used writing (crayons) as way to help me during different times of recovery of my life.. grieving/strokes ..etc..((hugs))…
      ** I’m still isolating at home,.. no results from my test yet … but I’m feeling a lot betterer today… 😀😘

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      1. Good morning there, Ivor! 🙂
        Your writing helped you with your recoveries, etc., and your writing helps so many of us when we are going through tough times. Thank you! 🙂
        Let me know your results! I’ve been worried about you, but I put aside the worry and replaced it with much prayer and meditation for you. I’m so glad you feel a lot betterer today! 🙂
        Cooper says dog-kisses are healing so he is sending more to you! 🐶

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      2. Prayers and Coops doggie kisses have worked… I’ve just received my Government message, that my virus test was ‘Negative’ … yeah, so back to normal duties for Ivor…

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