The Heavy Sound of Sundown

Beneath this heavy sundown, the cracks in our modern bravado show themselves — in the sky, in the poem, and in the song that shadows them both.


The Heavy Sound of Sundown


I feel the heavy copper sundown
shake the dry, crusty ground
of this dirty old town.

I hear an orange clown,
slyly searching around
for a silent sound
that is not profound.

I see the world’s wedding gown
being torn and drowned,
as the desert honeymoon
remains uncrowned and hellbound.







Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

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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.

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