Time Flies

Featured Image Above: Yesterday’s silhouette. A crow arcs through the sky— fractured wings, tattered heartstrings. Time flies, but never asks permission.

Time Flies


I need to escape the fray,
and fly away from yesterday.
Time does not feel the undertow;
Time is hungry like a crow.

But how far can I go with fractured wings
and tattered heartstrings?
Time does not need a manager —
Time carries no passengers.






Ivor Steven (c) November 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.

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