Some mornings begin in silence, before memory fully wakes, and the hush before daylight becomes a bridge between darkness and light


And, Forย Sadjeโsย #Whatdoyousee #331 โ 9 March 2026 – My ‘Poem’ closely represented Sadje’s first Image.

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Where It All Began
It was only six-twenty.
I could not remember
how my bowl became empty.
What is this strange condition?
Then I shifted the position
of my inner opposition
by refining the leftover light
from within the dark of night –
when silence suspends time –
into the musical sounds of rhyme.
Am I too late to catch the worm,
or beyond time’s sonic boom?
Is there still more to learn?
Ivor Steven ยฉ March 2026

I am amazed that even at my ripe old age I still learn something worth noting every day.
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How much there is to learn is โunfathomableโ
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Beautiful. Learning has no end ๐
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Thank you very much for reading my poem, Priti โฆ I appreciate your words ๐ฅฐ๐๐
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This is so very true, dear friend. Wonderful poem! ๐ฅฐ
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I think our subconscious visions speak the truth my friend
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Ivor, your line โrefining the leftover light / from within the dark of nightโ feels like a lovely description of how a poem quietly forms in those early hours… Most excellent โค
Much love,
David
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I had trouble putting my thoughts into words, then after stumbling around in the dark I found the light …
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that how the morning arrives, the light slowly enters
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things that come to light, by chance, or is it fate, that sent us on this, path, and we are on it until we are finished with the times in our, lives.
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I’m never really sure about the destiny of my path … so it’s been a rough old track …
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I’ve been through the light’s creeping; punctuated by the bin lorry’s flashing light; heard the heating come on; now I’m drifting off as I read where you are at
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I this is the beginning of a soft landing for you โฆ
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Yes, there is always more to learn. ๐
Like light piercing the darkness, I think your poet-heart is always warm, illuminating and open and your mind always finds the words to express what is in your heart. ‘Tis a beautiful gift, Ivor! ๐
Thank you for being a light in the world (which is dark too often) and for being a light here on WP! ๐
(((HUGS))) ๐โโด๏ธหโจ๏ฝกโ๐
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As my favourite poet/songwriter said, “There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” … Thank you for all of your king words, Carolyn ๐ฅฐ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐
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Ah! Our fave…Mr. L. Cohen. ๐ โค๏ธ
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What an interesting poem. Very clever, Ivor. ๐ซ
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Thank you for reading my introspective words, Chris ๐ฅฐ๐๐
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Beautifully written Ivor. Knowledge has no limit or restriction. Thanks for joining in my friend
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Always my pleasure, Sadje
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This is so well done, Ivor. I like the way it races along.
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Thank you for your lovely words, Sara
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I love the imagery, and, of course, Theo and Frankie!
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