An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Sun, Trees, and Birds
These images caught my eye today — the sun climbing higher, the trees reaching upward, and the birds carving Bach’s Cello music through the air. They became the foundation of the poem below.
Sun, Trees, and Birds
Like a stab in the dark, Where do I start
Is the sun my spark, Or the trees in the shady park
Talking to the larks Is my trademark
There below the sun’s warm arc, And above the trees’ ritual bark
I hear the birds’ melodious hark, Nature’s own cellist playing Bach
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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A lovely poem and beautiful photos too! ❤
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Yes, a nice interlude in between my nostalgic poems, Carol 🥰🌏💙
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you’ve got your head in the clouds again, Ivor! hehehe
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Haha, it’s the best spot to be these days, Violet
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Good poem, Ivor.
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Thank you very much, Andrew
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely poem
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Thank you so much, Sadje
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