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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33 thoughts on “Storms of White Rust”
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. β€ I especially love the final two lines, wow!
Ivor, this poem is a beautifully-written expression of uncertainty about the future and an acknowledgment that we don’t have answers. The poem is a little sad, but very relatable. β€
Thank you Kate,.. I went to the pub yesterday for St Patrick’s Day, it was a lovely gathering of friendly people, and outing seemed to prompt me to write this poem.. I’m not sure of the correlation, … but maybe more kindness and compassion is needed to help save our planet. ππ
What a powerful poignant poem, Ivor! And paired with the music, photos, and words in the video it brought tears to my eyes. We often don’t have answers…but we don’t let that stop us from caring, from working for positive changes, from moving forward. We take each day at a time and seek to make our world/our planet a better, healthier place.
We must remember that storms often end with that rainbow of promise, hope, beauty, love.
(((HUGS))) π
Dear Carolyn .. I wrote this one after St Patrick’s Day… I had a lovely day, and there is probably no correlation… but these were my thoughts about how we should all be together for for our planet… yesterday’s friendly togetherness friendly prompted these words.. πππ
Sometimes, when we worry too much about the future, we lose sight of the now we’re, currently, in, and, miss out, on the, most important things we should be, paying, more, attention, to…
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. β€ I especially love the final two lines, wow!
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Thank you, thank you, Lucy…. ahh, yes, one Ivor’s little finale’s
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I agree… β€οΈ
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Ivor, this poem is a beautifully-written expression of uncertainty about the future and an acknowledgment that we don’t have answers. The poem is a little sad, but very relatable. β€
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Thank you Cheryl… and maybe my words are sadly relatable… ππ
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A beautiful poem Ivor.
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Thank you Sadje… ππ
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Youβre welcome my friend
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I hope not – beautifully said
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beautifully haunting, just like the video … a gentle punch π¦
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Thank you Kate,.. I went to the pub yesterday for St Patrick’s Day, it was a lovely gathering of friendly people, and outing seemed to prompt me to write this poem.. I’m not sure of the correlation, … but maybe more kindness and compassion is needed to help save our planet. ππ
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absolutely, nailed it Ivor!
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That’s lovely to know Kate, thank you ππ
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welcome!
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What a powerful poignant poem, Ivor! And paired with the music, photos, and words in the video it brought tears to my eyes. We often don’t have answers…but we don’t let that stop us from caring, from working for positive changes, from moving forward. We take each day at a time and seek to make our world/our planet a better, healthier place.
We must remember that storms often end with that rainbow of promise, hope, beauty, love.
(((HUGS))) π
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Dear Carolyn .. I wrote this one after St Patrick’s Day… I had a lovely day, and there is probably no correlation… but these were my thoughts about how we should all be together for for our planet… yesterday’s friendly togetherness friendly prompted these words.. πππ
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Sometimes, when we worry too much about the future, we lose sight of the now we’re, currently, in, and, miss out, on the, most important things we should be, paying, more, attention, to…
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Thank you and beautifully said… ππ
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Captures for me the uncertainty of age, life and the world in its current phase.
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Thank you Paul, .. and we seem to living on a fine edge uncertainty … hopefully “we” can work together for the good of mother nature and mankind
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Beautifully expressed, Ivor
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Thank you Derrick, I hope my words are not in vain, and we are all able to feel the summer rain, after we refloat Noah’s Ark again…..
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I have no answers either, but you put it so well! β π π
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Thank you Ingrid.. πππ€π
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Oh, my! This is a gorgeous piece, Ivor! π π
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Thanks Eugenia.. Yes the words fell well for me… πβΊ
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My pleasure!
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What a lovely beautiful poem, feels assuring, even though yes there are no answers to a lot.
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Thank you Pragalbha, I do ponder, and then words flow..
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Very beautiful β€πΉ
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Thank you d.a. πππ
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You’re welcome β€πΉ
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