A Tiny Bird in a Deep Blue Sky

Featured Image Above: Mid-flight and mildly wrecked—this tiny bird attempts its final rescue, beneath a deep blue sky.”


From dizzy heights to grounded mornings—last night’s revelry left me chasing feathers in the wind. Here’s a tiny bird (Welcome Swallow), a deep blue sky, and a poem that remembers too much red wine.

Over at Weekly Prompts,  the Weekend Challenge is the word ‘Excessive’. You can visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here.
In my poem, I wrote about having an “Excessive” amount of ‘red wine’ at the Event last night …





A Tiny Bird in a Deep Blue Sky

Too many late nights,
Too much red wine.
I consumed too many savoury bites —
Throw me a rescue line
That’s not made of grapevines.

My eyes look like Christmas lights;
I’m getting too old for these dizzy heights.
Oh well, I’ve plenty of time to recover —
Until next week’s Writers party hangover.







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.

31 thoughts on “A Tiny Bird in a Deep Blue Sky”

  4. Haha! Oh, dear, I hope you’re now feeling better. I stopped drinking almost two years ago. I did dry January for the first time ever, then I extended into February and continued. Here I still am, a few weeks short of two years.

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      1. Thank you, Ivor.
        I never intended to stop because I loved my red wine in the evenings. I never had a drink when we went out, I always opted to be the sober driver.
        But my sugar levels were higher than they ought to have been, so I decided to have a go at dry January with a couple of family members. I surprised myself because I didn’t miss the wine at all, so I stayed dry 🙂

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  6. The older we get, the longer these, “aftermaths” of the parties would drape over us, which is why, we evenutally learn, to NOT party, not go wild like we used to, because, let’s face it, our bodies, won’t allow for it, not anymore!

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