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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Powerful and heart-touching…your photos, your poem and Sia’s song! Your poem brought the tears.
I understand the feelings of him wanting to fly with her.
“But hold on, head up, be strong…”
(((HUGS)))
Thank you dear Carolyn for understanding my metaphorical poem … I happened to capture the bird photos on our morning walkie and then my thoughts began spiraling 🤗🌏🦅😍📘💕🐶
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
A great tanka!
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Thank you Dwight.. with that great statement, I’ll now go to sleep ,.. it’s 12.15 am😴
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:>) Sleep well!
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Finding those wings – a lovely feeling. 🙂
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Thank you Sue … my iPhone bird photos are getting better
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I hope you dreamt of flying
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Flying like a kite on a cold windy day
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Powerful and heart-touching…your photos, your poem and Sia’s song! Your poem brought the tears.
I understand the feelings of him wanting to fly with her.
“But hold on, head up, be strong…”
(((HUGS)))
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Thank you dear Carolyn for understanding my metaphorical poem … I happened to capture the bird photos on our morning walkie and then my thoughts began spiraling 🤗🌏🦅😍📘💕🐶
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You’re welcome! 💜🦅🌏
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