Above the Clover




Above the Clover




Yesterday’s storm passed over

I am tip-toeing carefully

Above the torn clover

Buried by red autumn leaves

And fallen branches



I am traveling light

But there is shredded debris

Everywhere underfoot

With every step, I feel a crunch

Every crunch, I hear a snap

Every snap, I feel my heart crack



Inside this cracked heart

I see a track

Winding back

To our love shack






Ivor Steven (c) Sept 2023

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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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