Solar Isosceles and More Debris

Sometimes poems arrive in clusters, even when we don’t plan them. After posting A Fistful of Sand (CHW), another anti‑war piece surfaced, and Beyond the Debris continued that same uneasy thread …
It seems I’ve unintentionally written a small trilogy — each poem looking at conflict from a different angle, each one carrying its own weight. Tonight’s piece steps further into the aftermath, where the smoke settles, and the world tries to breathe again.





Solar Isosceles and More Debris


From behind the bushes and trees,
crows crash through the branches and leaves.

And flee toward our solar Isosceles,
like blind bats that can now see
beyond the world’s charred canopy –

a toxic cloud of wartime debris
and the smouldering embers
of expendable draftees.







Ivor Steven ©  April 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.

25 thoughts on “Solar Isosceles and More Debris”

    1. Thank you for your meaningful words and encouragement … I feel my words are inadequate, but we must all keep up the awareness through our writings … peace is achievable,

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