An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Yet to be Found
A fallen flowering bush caught my eye on the way back from our morning walk — knocked flat by last night’s storm, yet still holding colour. The sight struck a familiar chord, and the words came quickly, shaped by that quiet recognition of what it means to be brought down and still not done.
Yet to be Found
I’m lying on the ground. The overnight storm knocked me down. I’m feeling flat and unsound; my flowers are turning brown. When will I be found?
Do they know, I need to be reset? I’m still bound to this mound – and I’m not dead yet!
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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18 thoughts on “Yet to be Found”
Beautiful, strong verse and empowering song by Sia. Well done, dear Ivor. 🥰🎶
Nature is often trying to teach us, reach us…this photo of the stricken bush (by a storm), and your poem, mirror your life’s struggles and is a reminder of all you have been through. And here you stand, living life to the fullest, grateful for each day! You are an inspiration, Ivor! ❤️ As Sia sings so beautifully, “I’ll keep gettin’ up when I hit the ground, Oh, never give up, no, never give up no, no..”
Ivor, thank you for paying attention to nature, for caring about nature, and for writing poems that teach, encourage, challenge, inspire, and so much more! 🙂
(((HUGS))) 💜🤍💜🤍
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Beautiful, strong verse and empowering song by Sia. Well done, dear Ivor. 🥰🎶
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Thank you so much for your kind words my friend 🥰📖💕📖
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My great pleasure, dear friend. 🥰
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I would have dragged it home and dried it hanging upside down then used it in an arrangement! hehehehe
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The bush had a pretty mauve flower 🌸😊
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Excellent, Ivor!
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Thank you kindly, Dale
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Interesting where our inspiration comes from!
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Yes, and mine are mostly from observing things in nature my friend
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And mine are much the same!
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Ivor, this is a very touching poem and brave too.
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Yes, it’s very close analogy to my struggles with my strokes, Sadje 🥰💕📖
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I got that.
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Perfect match of words and song as always Ivor!!👏👏👏
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Thank you for your lovely words of support, Linda 📖🥰🌏
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Did you set it back Up? Poor thing. It’s like Theo…it needs your help and will bloom for you. No tomatoes, but beautiful flowers instead.
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I’m afraid the bush is still lying on the ground, but metaphorically speaking, I did manage to get back up; three strokes, and three recoveries …
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Nature is often trying to teach us, reach us…this photo of the stricken bush (by a storm), and your poem, mirror your life’s struggles and is a reminder of all you have been through. And here you stand, living life to the fullest, grateful for each day! You are an inspiration, Ivor! ❤️ As Sia sings so beautifully, “I’ll keep gettin’ up when I hit the ground, Oh, never give up, no, never give up no, no..”
Ivor, thank you for paying attention to nature, for caring about nature, and for writing poems that teach, encourage, challenge, inspire, and so much more! 🙂
(((HUGS))) 💜🤍💜🤍
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