A Becalmed Right Hand


A moonlit vigil by the water’s edge—where nature holds our hand, and time listens in.


A Becalmed Right Hand


Blue tranquility inundates the land;
Mother Nature is holding our becalmed right hand

While the moon watchfully scans
the horizon’s aquatic grandstand.

And here we solemnly stand,
on the edge of evening-tide’s unveiled sand,

Waiting for grandfather time to understand
the World’s Pacifist Band is badly undermanned.






Ivor Steven (c) December 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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    1. It’s Saturday evening, and I’m home resting … as per normal, my lucky dip poem/envelopes were a great success, and as always, it would be nice to sell more books, but overall, the two Christmas Market was a great event and we all had an enjoyable weekend, Carolyn … 📚📘😍💙

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