Over at Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge word is: Time . To visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … my poem “Anti-Rust” spans twenty-three years of “Time”…
Anti-Rust
Twenty-three years have gone
Since I suffered my first stroke
I remember being cold and scared
I awoke the next day in hospital
Feeling like my limbs were full of rust
And my confused mind
Was locked inside a sleepwalking man
Disorientated and not to be trusted
Twenty-three years on
And two more strokes later
My body is still full of rust
But with the wonders of modern medicine
And some plucky self determination
I have recovered my cognitive abilities
And with the aid of anti-rust drugs
I am active enough to type up my canny poems
The Rust, Sivert Hoyem . Lyrics
Twenty hours he is gone
Another time she’s waiting for him
When he comes home
He’s in terrible state
He’s just sitting there by the window
With his hate
A rusty bathtub in the garden
Seven cars are in the yard
And only one that is running
Life is spout??? in the wilderness
But in his heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make make just falls apart
Sometimes she thinks
It’s the rust that eats the soul
In the winter time the sky is burning
Purple orange and gold
So one night like any other
She takes her bags out to the car
She passes a minute
Then she starts down the road
You can get anywhere
On the full tank of fuel
And on an empty heart
It’s not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make just falls apart
The house neglected and forbidden
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Just thinking about it breaks your heart
???? from the ceiling
??? burning stars
So decay and the rust that eats the soul
The winter sky burns eternally
But people come and people go
Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

Your resilience is admirable, Ivor.
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Thank you kindly VJ
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Congratulations, my friend
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Thank you Derrick
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Glad you are a survivor, Ivor! Β β€
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Thank you kindly Cherylβ¦ I am not sure Why β¦ πππ
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Rust
Twenty-three years have come
Since my first stroke
I remember being.
I awoke.
my limbs full of rust
And my mind
inside a man
Twenty-three yearsΒ
And two more strokes
I am still, full of rust
Still, with wonders
And some plucky,
I have abilities.
And with rust drugs
I am Β enough
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Thank you for your lovely words I appreciate the wonderful interpretation of my journey ππ€π
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Rust is a bummer. π¦ (But wonderful trio of photo, poem and song/vid!)
I am so so SO glad you are a survivor, Ivor, and can still poet your amazing poems! π
Put the rust aside ( π ) and… βEven through your hardest days, remember we are all made of stardust.β – Carl Sagan π So keep shining bright and sparkling, Ivor! π
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ¨πβ€οΈ
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Thank you for lovely words of encouragement β¦ I keep pushing myself every day so I can cope with my situation β¦ I average nearly 10,000 steps a day (6 km) thanks to Frankieβ¦ it hurts, I limp and ache β¦ the strokes have left me that way but my willingness to be observant and take photos along way is very productive for my poetry β¦ so on and on I trundle knowing there is βno gain without painβ
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You’re welcome! β€οΈ π
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You must have some great rust proof solutions! Personally, Iβm fond of Bar Keepers Friend and Astonish! But there’s nothing like ‘Ivor’s Own! :). Wonderful, Ivor π
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Haha β¦ everything in moderationβ¦ especially these days as the rust seems to be growing more flaky and brittle β¦ ππ€πππ
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I donβt think thereβs a joint in my body that has escaped the rustβ¦ and as for my memory, well thatβs seriously corroded! π
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Yep … I resemble your remarks … π
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you have turned into a wonderful poet, rust or not
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Full of crusty cosmic dust
…
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So happy you recovered and are still able to type up your poems, Ivor! xo
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Thank you for your kind words Carol πππ
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Health is wealth Ivorπ₯°
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I can vouch for that Arlene π
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Love that plucky determination β¦ and your awesome pup to support you now. β£οΈπππ»
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Thank you Val β¦ I think my Caroleβs courage and compassion stood me in good stead to cope with lifeβs challenges ππ€π
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Glad you are still perking in that old Rust Bucket!
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Thanks mate β¦ itβs very rusty old bucket πͺ£
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:>)
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lol good comparison, fortunately my anti-rust treatment is still effective … glad you got the cognitive where with all to keep up your magical poetry. That’s a huge achievement!
Loving this guys voice π
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And look at you now Ivor! π Great poem
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Thanks Cindy … I’m rusty around the edges but I cope Ok … ππππ
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Just get your WD40 out-:)π₯Ήπ
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Iβve been drinking it by the truck load and nothing changes
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HHahahaha
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The body will, always, remember, what it had, been through, even if the mind, eventually, forgets, and that is why, we feel, uneasy about it…
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Yes, I agree, but It’s hard to explain ….
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Ouch. I really felt that. Several bouts of severe hepatic encephalopathy in my case, though. Any tips on how to be enough?
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I think ‘enough’ is when your self achievement makes you feel happy within yourself … thank you for reading my words … ππ
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Rust is eternal, my friend!
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Iβll be around for a long time then Claudia
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Fact
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An excellent poem. Glad youβre still writing. β€οΈ
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Thank you kindly πππ
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