An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Throwback Friday, A Chalice of Champagne, by Ivor Steven
Today’s Throwback Friday Poem is another poem from my book “Tullawalla”, which I originally wrote in September 2019
A Chalice of Champagne (Tullawalla, page 103)
Once upon a time In the days of rhyme When learning to climb I saw my neon sign Slowly die by design
An angel’s teardrop fell Ringing the church bell And missing my empty well From the tower of song, I wanted to yell But life does not let you dwell
Despite the annual September rain I trekked over flooded plains Avoiding delta swamps of pain Scaling the same old mountain again Searching for our chalice of champagne
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.
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19 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, A Chalice of Champagne, by Ivor Steven”
G’day, dear Ivor …. or should I say g’night and sleep tight! 😴🛌🌏💛
A powerful, and beautiful, heart-touching trio of photos, poem and song!
Also, love how your poem rhymes and flows right into the reader’s heart.
Always trekking, scaling, and searching brings hope. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much for your wonderful words of encouragement, Carolyn … indeed my poem is a heartfelt lament, but it is also has a positive finale 😊😍🌏💕🎶❤️
G’day, dear Ivor …. or should I say g’night and sleep tight! 😴🛌🌏💛
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It’s 1’.30 am and I just happen to be awake after a 4 hour sleep 💤 and now for a another sleep 😴😍💕🌏
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This is so beautiful Ivor. Hope you have recovered from jet lag?
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Thank you very much for your lovely words, Sadje … this jet lag thing is taking a while but I’ll back normal soon
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You’re most welcome.
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Such a poignant last line
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Thank you very much, Derrick … I was hoping my last line reflected a positive outlook.
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A powerful, and beautiful, heart-touching trio of photos, poem and song!
Also, love how your poem rhymes and flows right into the reader’s heart.
Always trekking, scaling, and searching brings hope. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you so much for your wonderful words of encouragement, Carolyn … indeed my poem is a heartfelt lament, but it is also has a positive finale 😊😍🌏💕🎶❤️
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The rhythm and flow of this piece feels like the steady, determined steps of someone pressing onward despite challenges. Beautifully penned, Ivor❤️
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Thank you for your lovely and accurate assessment of my nostalgic poem, Nathi 🌏😍
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Pleasure is mine 😇
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Oh, what we are willing to trek through to reengage with sweet memories….
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I have many fond memories but writing about the hard times seem to become more vivid, Violet
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and you trod on through the hard times, but your words speak of the pain
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Hopefully my poem’s finale sounded positive
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yes!
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A lovely poem full of sad memories, yet the last line reflects hope. 💞
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Thank you for kind and accurate assessment, Eugi 💕😊
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