After the Fall




After the Fall


After falling through the fragmented cloud,
the rusty and weary traveller
appeared to be disoriented,
without his familiar protective shroud.
Escaping his country has been hazardous,
and he longs for a restful shelter.

However, until the stampede’s contaminated dust
is devoured by its own mistrust-

then, and only then,
will the Almighty Sun
incinerate the lingering clouds
and allow the world’s war-torn sky
to redeem his sacred ground.




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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.

33 thoughts on “After the Fall”

  2. Ivor, this one feels like a meditation on endurance to me.

    the rusty and weary traveller

    I love this line… I like how the hope only arrives after the dust clears, giving the piece a layered sense of waiting and release. ❤

    ~David

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    1. Oh, this ‘rusty and weary’ traveller is just getting around to doing some blogging, although be it only minimal … Thank you so much for appreciating my in-depth poem, David … it started out as a lament about getting sick before my trip
      – falling through the fragmented cloud – a metaphor for, under the weather … but as I my tired mind wrote on, I started to think, “what about the rest of the world, there are millions out there suffering because the worlds infernal unrest and inability to negotiate a peaceful outcome … and I rounded it off with my political/environmental/spiritual statement …
      “allow the world’s war-torn sky
      to redeem his sacred ground”

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  10. A powerful, timely, profound, heart-touching poem, Ivor! One of your bestest! And perfect photos and song “holding/hugging” your poem between them.
    I feel so deeply for the the “rusty and weary traveller”…I pray for him. ❤️
    I feel for all of the “the rusty and weary traveller”(s) in our world. I pray for them. ❤️
    (((HUGS))) 🇺🇦 💙💛🌻

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    1. Thank you so much for appreciating my in-depth poem, Carolyn … it started out as a lament about getting sick before my trip
      – falling through the fragmented cloud – a metaphor for, under the weather … but as I my tired mind wrote on, I started to think, “what about the rest of the world, there are millions out there suffering because the worlds infernal unrest and inability to negotiate a peaceful outcome … and I rounded it off with my political/environmental/spiritual statement …
      “allow the world’s war-torn sky
      to redeem his sacred ground”
      (((Hugs))) 💙🌏📘🐶🌞

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    1. Thank you very much, Cindy … this one turned out alright, despite still feeling unwell … sorry I’ve not been over for a while, this ‘bugger of a dug’ has knocked the stuffing out me 😊😍🌏

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  16. Another one ..”. Damn … thank very much for lovely comments, I was exceptionally pleased with how this one developed, especially since my head is clattered with this aching ‘bug’ … 🤗🌏📖📘😍

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