Throwback Friday, The Universe Beyond My Wardrobe’s Doors 

This poem was penned in May 2024 and quietly tucked away. Rediscovering it today felt like stepping back into the room where it began, so I’ve gently revised it for my Throwback Friday reflection.

The Universe Beyond My Wardrobe’s Doors (Revised) 
 
 
 
I live in a small, compact villa. 
My abode is comfortable and cozy. 
The bedroom doubles up  
as my writer’s studio and library. 
   
The wardrobe’s doors are near the end of my bed.
On the doors, I hang a calendar  
and a special photo of me and Carole 
taken for our 25th anniversary 

I gaze at the calendar and ponder. 
The appointments are in black, 
important dates are marked in red, 
and my poetry events are scribbled in blue. 

The calendar has many blank squares —
the days I spend writing. 
I write to her about love and coping. 
I write for myself, about life and nature. 

I write for everyone who reads my poems. 
I write my thoughts about humanity’s existence 
within the universe and the great beyond. 
I write words, “Until Eyes Hear Sound.” 





As the room opens into the universe once more, here’s a song to travel with — much like Melanie’s lovely old “Look What They’ve Done to My Song, Ma,” carrying my memories back into the light.

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Until Eyes Hear Sound

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Perceptions:

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Tullawalla:

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Ivor Steven ©  June 2026