A Sunday Too Far Away

I’m a day away from yesterday

And a day away from tomorrow

I need to borrow another day



Time is running away

Time is bursting at the seams

Time is melting into moonbeams


The hour is now

The hour is how

Between here and then

Beyond why and when


Where is the power in my pen?

Show me the tower of zen





Ivor Steven (c) April 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.

38 thoughts on “A Sunday Too Far Away”

  1. I feel this. Time is always moving away especially when we don’t want it to. It can be hard to capture a moment as it passes because of it. Very beautifully said and mesmerizing. It resonates with me.

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  2. Ivor, so relatable! Beautifully written. Love this. ❤ My to-do lists are almost never fully accomplished, emails overwhelm, dust gathers, never enough energy…life is short! Somehow, I find myself cheerful and contented doing the best I can.

    All the best!

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  8. I feel this too, Ivor. I was thinking the other day I wish I could have 2 Fridays this week! Ha! 😀 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday! 😛 Silly me! 😜
    This is a powerful relatable poem with a perfect ending! 🙂
    I wish for you to enjoy every minute of today! 🙂
    (((HUGS)))
    PS…Thank you so so SO much for sharing THAT song! I needed it today! 🙂

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    1. Yes I love her voice, and this song 🎶 suited my poem perfectly 😃 … The piece itself was inspired by Gemma, one of my lovely waitresses at the Box Office Cafe, she was tired from her Saturday night out, was very busy at work, and still had lots of homework to do, and she didn’t know where she going to find the time to be ready by Monday … and I wrote this piece for her .. then and there in 10 mins and gave her a hand written copy. … she’s a budding musician, and said she would compose a tune for my poem. .. she was so happy that I wrote the words for her …😀😄🌏

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      2. She’s a bubbly lass. .. one of those who lost her original job due to ‘COVID’ .. she worked at Geelong’s Performing Arts Centre, which are still shut down …😄🌏🎶

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  13. Ivor,
    I really like this one. Time is so elusive and also such a gift.
    This stanza in particular spoke to me,
    The hour is now

    The hour is how

    Between here and then

    Beyond why and when

    Take care my friend.

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    1. Thank You Ali, It could’ve been written at one of Writing Circle meets, the poem was a 5min instant write for me. … and I read the piece at my Geelong Writers group last night .. and they also liked that stanza. 😄🌏

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      2. Yes we have started up again, and my poetry is restarting soon too .. and Geelong’s lowercase open Mic night will be resuming also. Life is almost normal again 😄🌏

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