Time Hears No Numbers


This poem grew from poetic anecdotes I first shared as comments on fellow bloggers’ 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 Last’s β€œSaturn” performed live with the Symphony Orchestra, this poem listens for the echoes beyond numbersβ€”where memory, music, and existence intertwine.



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.

16 thoughts on “Time Hears No Numbers”

  1. 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. πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS))) ❀️⏳⏰:-)βŒšπŸ•‘β€οΈ

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    1. All clock images were from our local Jewellers Shop window display which I took on our way to our Cafe β˜•οΈ … I’ve worn out a few old clocks πŸ•°οΈ over time … oh, I wonder if that means anything? And yes, life is about enjoying the time we have πŸ“˜πŸ“–πŸŒπŸ˜πŸŽΆπŸ’•β±οΈβ°βŒ›οΈ

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