An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
My Journal’s Wings
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“This morning’s muse — wings caught mid-thought.”
My Journal’s Wings
High above my poetic eye I fly, where the early birds gracefully glide by across the bright morning sky.
And in my journal, I pause to ask why birds become the muses of my word supply— as if their wings remind me that thought itself is a kind of flight, and every line I write is another way of learning how to rise.
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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Wonderful, dear Ivor! 👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you, Nancy … a bit of an instant poem for Sue’s prompt that turned out ok 🥰📖
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It totally did! 🥰📝
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Yeah … we’ve made our way down to the ‘Cafe’ for a relax and recuperate afternoon …🥰💛📖🐶🎶
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the birds have become your muses
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I think you’re right 🦉🐦⬛
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I can relate to this 💝
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Yes, I can understand that, Robbie 📖🥰
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