


This poem grew from poetic anecdotes I first shared as comments on fellow bloggersβ posts. In stanza order, they are:
1. Sara >> Random Numbers | purplepeninportland
2. Dwight >> https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2025/11/25/aging-without-numbers
3. Ivor >> a personal reflection.
Time Hears No Numbers
There is a number attached to everything,
Tracking them down is overwhelming;
Tallying the total is mind-boggling.
I perceive, with a twinkle
in my blurry eye,
an extra wrinkle
on my milky thigh.
But I do not cry
at the number of crinkles
that falsely belie
the sounds of my
life’s happy jingles.
The number of memories shall not diminish
until time decrees, “you’re finished.”
Accompanied by Sleeping At Lastβs βSaturnβ performed live with the Symphony Orchestra, this poem listens for the echoes beyond numbersβwhere memory, music, and existence intertwine.
Ivor Steven (c) December 2025

Thereβs a lot of truth in this poem.
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Thank you for your interesting words, Robbie πππ
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Thank you, dear Ivor. I can most definitely relate to this poem! What an incredibly wonderful and creative verse. π₯° π΅π» π π©Ά
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Thank you and I do so enjoy creating these sort of poems from my comments πππππΆ
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this is wonderful, and love how you combine the words from comments
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Thank you kindly, Beth β¦ for some reason I write these anecdotal comments and constructing them into poems seems to be a good creative way to make use of them
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Wonderful.
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Thank you π
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So creative, artistic, and magnificent, Ivor!
From wee little girl on up to today, I’ve always enjoyed clocks and timepieces of any kind. They fascinate me. They remind us that time is so valuable. So we must appreciate each moment and spend each moment wisely. π
(((HUGS))) β€οΈβ³β°:-)βπβ€οΈ
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All clock images were from our local Jewellers Shop window display which I took on our way to our Cafe βοΈ β¦ Iβve worn out a few old clocks π°οΈ over time β¦ oh, I wonder if that means anything? And yes, life is about enjoying the time we have πππππΆπβ±οΈβ°βοΈ
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I particularly like the last couplet
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Thank you kindly, Derrick
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‘Time hears no numbers’….it just move on! Nice words Ivor.π
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Thank you very much, Arlene πππ
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I like to think βIβm done for nowβ rather than being finished. Thank you Ivor for a timely reminder π
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Thank you for your kind words, Val … and yes, it was an awkward finish to my poem … π
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