


The poem “For a While” is a refurbished repost from July 1st, last week. I had mistakenly published the poem out of my drafts file without attaching the accompanying images, and music/video …
For a While
I felt her soft hands
for a while
I saw her sweet smile
for a while
She departed this isle
But I still have her sundial
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025
“Carry No Thing” … Syml, Lyrics
Where do we go when the last one falls?
When the sky goes dark and the siren calls
And there ain’t no hope to be had at all
I will carry no thing but my love for you
I figure we got ’bout a hundred days
With the good supplies and the money we saved
But a time to move’s no time to waste
I will carry no thing but my love for you
There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you
Where do we run when the levees burst
And an angry god has quenched his thirst?
A storm for the ages, hell on earth
I will carry no thing but my love for you
There will always be a last day for me
When it calls my name, I will answer true
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you
All the good and the bad, I will let it be
And I will carry no thing but my love for you
Where do we go when the trumpets sound?
When the last day comes and it leaves no doubt
Like some lost gold, leave me underground
I will carry no thing but my love for you
I will carry no thing but my love for you

there’s always something we keep, that reminds us of the one who’d been lost, and we hold on to the beliefs, that we will, one day, reunite with the ones we lost in our, lives, that’s what helps us through the, grieving, process.
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Aw, so sweet, so heartfelt, so lovely, so encouraging. π One of your bestest poems, Ivor!
No matter how many “a whiles”, it is never long enough. π¦
Those reminders that are tangible, like a sundial, a letter, a fave book, a photo, etc…and those that are not, like memories, their love, their legacy, their impact on us, our shared experiences, etc., are all so important as we live on, make them proud, help others with loss in their lives, and so much more. π
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Thank you, Carolyn, but I posted it out of my Drafts by mistake β¦ whoops β¦ Iβll still leave it up on site and refresh it with pictures and a video next week … πππππππ
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That’s okay. We all have whoops moments. π I’m just glad we got to read it. π
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Thank you kindly
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So very beautiful
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Thanks, Derrick, but I posted it out of my Drafts by mistake β¦ whoops β¦ Iβll still leave it up on site and refresh it with pictures and a video next week
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Ivor this is such a touching poem
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Thanks, Sadje, but I posted it out of Drafts by mistake β¦ whoops β¦ Iβll leave it up on site and refresh it with pictures and a video next week ππππ
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Youβre welcome.
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So lovely and touching, Ivor, and beautiful reminders of a loved one lost. π
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Thank you, Eugi, but I posted it out of my Drafts by mistake β¦ whoops β¦ Iβll still leave it up on site and refresh it with pictures and a video next week
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Most welcome, Ivor, and I look forward to the new post. π
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Touching my heart once again, dear Ivor. π₯°
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Thank you, Nancy … but I posted it out of my Drafts by mistake β¦ whoops β¦ Iβll still leave it up on my site and refresh it with pictures and a video next week ππππππ
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A serendipitous mistake! π₯°
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Yep β¦ and a tired frustrating one β¦ weβll see how I go today: I think Iβve fixed my βshut down problemβ ππππ»
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Oh, I sure hope so! It’s been a royal pain for you. π₯°ππΌππ»ππ
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I think there comes a time in everyone’s life where we’ve got more memories than anything else. I think the problem is we never expect ourselves to be that person….
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Perfectly said, Violet … I never thought my memories would continue to be so vivid and I never expected myself to be this sort of bloke … but as I am getting older, I think my memory is fading and maybe this is my way of staying connected
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Whoops … I posted this one out of my Drafts by mistake, Beth … I think I’m overtired … π΄π
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A lovely poem and a fitting keepsake, Ivor. It still tells you the time of day when the sun shines. Wonderful! π π π
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Thank you so much for your very lovely words, Cheryl
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Like!π
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Thank you, Cheryl π
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How lovely, Ivor π
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Thank you very much, Sue ππ
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Ah! and AW! You found such beautiful photos and the perfect song to go with your amazing poem! The trio, brought tears to my eyes. So heart-touching. As always, I listen to the song while I look at your photos and read your poem. Often that means I will need tissues. (I got a box of Kleenex close by) ( π )
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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Sorry, I should have a warning β οΈ notice for these nostalgic posts β¦ Lol β¦ thank you for all of your kind words, Carolyn πΆππΆππ
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Ha! π
You’re welcome. π
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Incredibly lovely with the photos and music, Dear Ivor. Simply stunning. π₯°
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Oh, thank you for your lovely compliments, Nancy … Syml is an amazing singer/songwriter; SYML is the solo venture of Brian Leseney Fennell (born January 16, 1983), an American musician from Issaquah, Washington. He was previously part of the indie band Barcelona.
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His voice is an exceptional instrument, uniquely beautiful. In some ways, he reminds me of the artist you introduced me to a few months ago …. the young man who was transitioning or had completed his gender transitioning …. I’ve forgotten his name but his voice was haunting and memorable. Both artists are filled with great passion and it clearly shows. Thank you for this great gift, my dear friend. π₯°
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That was Antony Hegarty who now calls himself/herself, Anohni
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Beautiful.
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Thank you ππ
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Still a wonderfully lovely post
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That first picture is amazing, Ivor, your words touching and great song!
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Yeah β¦ the featured image was one of bestestβ¦ thank you for your lovely words, Cindy ππππ
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For sure!! Youβre sooo welcome, Ivor!
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