Bon Voyage (a Haiku)

Bon Voyage (a Haiku)

Bon voyage lunch at
The Gold Diggers Arms Bistro
Siblings celebrate






Ivor Steven (c) August 2025

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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.

34 thoughts on “Bon Voyage (a Haiku)”

  1. Fabulous photo! There’s a definite family resemblance which your sister share. All your friends in WP Land are almost as excited for your trip as you are! I remember when it was 3 months away; now it’s 3 days. Buon Viaggo, Ivor, caro amico mio ….although I’m sure I will get to say that again before Wednesday. Mesmerizing video by Of Monsters and Men.

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  2. YAY for a celebration with siblings! πŸ™‚
    We are all so excited for you and your upcoming adventures, Ivor! You remain in our good thoughts, prayers, bestest wishes and meditations! πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS))) β€οΈπŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ›«πŸ₯³β€οΈ

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    1. Thank you dear, Carolyn for all of your love and caring thoughts … two more sleeps here at home and the next one will “Canada” … πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•πŸ˜πŸŒπŸΆβœˆπŸ’›

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  3. I’m sure you were. I think you might want to face time him. LOL That way he can see you and hear your voice. Hope you have a faulous time and you can tell it all aobut him when you return. Maybe bring him a gift. πŸ™‚

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    1. I’m over the middle of the Pacific Ocean at the moment

      β€œAn Ice Cream Cone”

      I’m flying against gravity’s undertow
      Higher than all the birds I know
      Above white clouds full of snow
      .

      My wings are made of steel and bone
      And within this long underbelly I am not alone
      As we burst through the wind’s vibration zone
      Then out of the blue I am handed an ice cream cone

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