
A Poem I wrote in May 2020, which now appears in my book “Tullawalla”. The poem is in “Chapter 9, Not Horror, But Weird”, on page 140.

Poetry in Motion
I was searching for words
Maybe the script’s lost in celluloid
I’ve a pile of empty poems
Frustratingly strewn
Here, there and everywhere
But I hear them whispering
“We’re not finished yet
Do not leave us for dead
Under this thick biblical heap
Please tend to your lost sheep”
The mound of poetry pages
Began chanting louder
And I was silently listening
To their distant preaching
But I’m not that proud
And I quickly lit the gunpowder
Ivor Steven (c) May 2020
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…
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Beautiful
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Thank you Shashi
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Very nice one, Ivor!
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Thank you Dwight
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You are welcome!
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I love the thought of poetry drafts as lost sheep: I have a few of those wandering around myself 😅
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Sometimes the crumpled pile is just too high 🤗🤔📖
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🤣 indeed! 😅
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relatable but hey you got this one out so well said and relatable Ivor
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Great song too.
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Thank you Cindy … the old writers lament, piles of unfinished projects … 🌏🤗💕🎼
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Oh yes indeed!!💕
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Powerful images!
I can relate to the message/subject! I’ve got pages of unfinished writes floating around my head! They are especially aggressive when I’m trying to get to sleep at night. 😉
(((HUGS))) 🙂
📄:-) 📄📝📄 :-)📄
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Haha … they are always there to haunt us Carolyn … don’t worry… I’ve got some leftover
gunpowder l can send over to you … just be careful when you open your mail …🤗🌏💥
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🙂 !!!
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I love the idea of disintegrating the excess
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Haha … be careful with the gunpowder 🤗🌏
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Sometimes, we just, left things on the, backburner, and we forgot about, their existence, and that is usually when, they tend to, get themselves, back in our sights and our, minds, to remind us: hey, you’re not quite finished with us, yet!
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I think most writers have their lost sheep
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I have some lost sheep hiding somewhere here, too. )
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Are they making those haunting noises too
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I can hear them calling at times…)
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I’ve got some leftover gunpowder
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So relatable, Ivor! Mine too are wandering in wilderness.
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Thank you Punam .. I think we all have our lost sheep hiding somewhere 🌏🤗💕📖
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This one made me chuckle. Sometimes we do get precious about everything we create but sometimes a good cull and an extinction process does wonders too.
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I’m glad you had a good chuckle Suzanne … I had fun writing the poem, …
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Piles and stacks of words oh my! (I see something familiar too!)
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I think we all have our piles of pages , our flocks of lost sheep 🐑
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So true Ivor.
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Thanks guys for reblogging my “Tullawalla” poem ‘Poetry in Motion’ …. haha … I’m ok, despite the blackened gunpowder ceiling of my studio …
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