Broken Ground

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Broken Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … My appropriate Broken poem is attached below




Broken Ground




I stand here

and look to the east

my tolerant eyes

see an unbroken white moon

in a clear sapphire sky


behind me

from the west

I feel the unbroken golden sun

warm my ancient shoulders


here I am

standing on

middle ground


below me

I hear my broken earth

groan through the cracks

caused by the broken

and unshackled chains of war







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.

27 thoughts on “Broken Ground”

  5. Broken soil cannot produce nutritious food, but it can be restored to productivity. War destroys everything in its path. Peace may return, countries can be rebuilt, but lives lost are gone forever!

    I am not sure of your exact intent in this thought-provoking poem, Ivor. These are the thoughts that came to my mind.

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    1. Thanks Cheryl … basically you have said what my poem was trying to convey … we stand between the East and West, watching the war … and there I was … looking at the moon in the eastern sky, as the sun from the west was warming my shoulders … and I stood there in between everything, on the cracks in the ground …

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  6. Your photos, poem, and Mr. Waits song are an amazing trio with a message that is powerful and important, Ivor. The earth, the sun, the moon (all of nature) is so faithful, so good, so helpful, so compassionate to us Human-Beans and yet we cannot be those things to each other, or to the nature. 😦 Often broken people (and broken countries) never recover. Sadly, “Only the dead have seen the end of war.” – Plato
    (((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. A very sad but truthful quote by Plato from many centuries ago … and basically your wonderful assessment of my poem is exactly what I am trying to point out to us silly human-beans … I shall keep battling on … ☮💛🌏📒☮😍🐶

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      1. Yes, we keep battling on. ☮ ❤️
        The physical scars and gaping wounds of war are traumatizing, but the emotional and mental ones are often even more so…near-impossible to heal from…they can damage the soul. 😦

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      7. 🙂 🙂
        Oh, and I remembered another quote that you might find meaningful…I know it speaks to me…
        “I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.” – Mahatma Gandhi

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