My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn, (Tullawalla, page 144





My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)


I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass







Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

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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.

21 thoughts on “My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn, (Tullawalla, page 144”

    1. Good morning Carolyn… a favourite little poem from Tullawalla .. inspired by the picture prompt, but I cannot remember who supplied the prompt?? .. I love the Moby song too … 🌏🤗🌎📘

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