Untethered
Todayβs poem βUntetheredβ, is also an uncaptured piece that did not make the final list for the new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”β¦ hmmm … and I always like to get away in my “Itmims” spacecraft …
Untethered
With my back against the setting sun
I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun
Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs
I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*
And traverse the universe to discover a new world
Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled
Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear
And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere
Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees
And native fauna roam wild and free
*Itmims, Ivorβs time machine in micro space
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Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

A wondrous world !
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Thank you Sadje β¦ a dream world like ours should be!πππ
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Very true. If onlyβ¦..
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Dreams and wishes Sadje
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Aw! So beautiful, Ivor! Your poem and that song! I like that new world you describe/visit! π
Always so wonderful to escape, to get away…even (or especially) through our imaginations and minds! π
YAY for Iimims! π
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Thanks Carolyn β¦ Itmims is my go to spacecraft for when Iβm looking to escape into my minds inner space β¦ haha we all need to get away from the rigours of our complicated world ππππΆπΆ
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Sounds like a lovely place
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“Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs” is so powerful
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Thank you very much Derrick β¦ my words are sadly appropriate at the moment
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