A Wayward Wind


In the quiet defiance of blackbirds slicing through the wind, I found a mirror to our own fractured grace. This poem, paired with The Beatles’ “Blackbird,” reflects on the quiet unity of nature and the turbulent state of mankind.



A Wayward Wind


The black birds’ little wings
cut neatly into the wind,
sharper than a bee’s sting –
and resiliently, they grin,
despite nature’s wayward whirlwind.

The little birds’ stay combined,
unlike the lands’ irrational mankind,
who become violent and unrefined
when they are in an unkind bind.








Ivor Steven ©  October 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.

18 thoughts on “A Wayward Wind”

  9. What a powerful, heart-touching, beautiful trio, Ivor!
    Yesterday after much rain, two huge ravens landed out back…I went out to look at them. They talked loudly for a few minutes and then flew on their way. I appreciated the visit! 🙂 Communing with birds, bird watching, always helps me deal with Human-Beans who are not as easy to deal with, or understand. 😦
    (((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. Thank you for your wonderfully relatable words, Carolyn… incredibly the wind hasn’t stopped blowing a gale all week , and Frankie’s long fluffy ears are tired from always flapping around 🤗🐶💕🌏🎶📘📖

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