Splintered Bridges

Bridges of ancient dreams spanned

On the wings of the bridled albatross

Flying over shallow lakes of delta moss


Bridges crossing from here to there

Above the worlds fractured rivers

Meandering from there to here

Connecting lonely bridal hands

Of people from far away lands


Bridges trekked by torn and splintered feet

And blooded by bomb blasted streets





Ivor Steven (c) Sept 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.

37 thoughts on “Splintered Bridges”

  4. Amazing bridges trio, Ivor…photo, poem, and song/vid.
    You’ve captured the “life” of bridges in powerful word-pics and emotions. Bridges have seen the best and worse in humanity.
    Aren’t we Human-Beans glad there are all kinds of bridges that aid and help people in this journey we are on!
    Thank you for being someone who uses your love and your words to build bridges (and not walls)! 🙂
    (((HUGS)))
    PS…“Never to forget where we came from and always praise the bridges that carried us over.” – Fannie Lou Hamer

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    1. Thank you for the glorious quote Carolyn. .. I shall file that away … I was very tired when I wrote the poem last night .. I had the thoughts, but I struggled to produce the right words .. maybe I’ll revise it in a couple of months 🤗🐶😊🌏😍

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    1. Thanks Ingrid … and yes I had those recent wars in mind, and now it’s the Afganhistan situation … of civilians being bombed at the airport … I just cried when I saw the news.. I started to write this piece then … but I couldn’t finish off what my mind was thinking … I still haven’t got my words right yet … maybe I’ll review my thoughts in a couple a months … It’s hard to write with tears running down my cheeks onto the keyboard … 😥❤💙

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      1. Yes, I agree 😳 it comes across well though, the raw emotion. So many wrongs in the world that we can’t hope to right them all. Which is the subject of a poem I have coming up soon!

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  11. Bridges imply hope for transition, even when needing repairs, splintered.
    Your words had me stirred up, and then I clicked on Leonard Cohen video – one I’d not seen before, but with that voice, that vibration. Life as human seems full of befores&afters that looking back I’ve clearly bridged somehow and looking forward call with both allure and warnings that I, too, am showing some splinters. Living longer gives ever more to reflect on, less capacity to run away.

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