Throwback Friday, Ripples of Inconsiderateness, by Ivor Steven

I have copied and pasted my article from “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Throwback Friday segment … I’m afraid my computer has the ‘go-slow hic-ups’ tonight …

Here I am presenting a poem I wote in November 2019, which is in my book Tullawala, on page 23.

Ripples of Inconsiderateness (Tullawalla, page23)

Today, an arctic wind blow’s

I have winter socks on my toes

Spring’s forgotten to fill our garden barrow

Cold rains are still falling on the meadows

And on the ranges, there is new snow

Here, the ripples on the bay steeply grow

Shoreline sands are stinging airborne ammo

Our midday sun, did fail to show

Like a ship’s stowaway hiding in the cargo

He’ll be found warming himself in Moscow

It’s time to unload our winter crossbow

Give summer a turn to be the star of the show


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Ivor Steven (c) November 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.

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