Sandcastles


This poem grew out of three small conversations across the WordPress community — first with Mark, then with Violet, and finally with Susi. Each reply carried its own quiet image, and when I gathered them together, they seemed to drift toward the same shoreline, as if the words had swum through the ocean and landed on one beach.
In stanza order, they are.
1. Mark: WHAT WE BECAME – Havoc and Consequence 
2. Violet: Freedom – Revisited | Thru Violet’s Lentz 
3. Susi: The Gate To Hell – I Write Her 




Sandcastles

Sandcastles built during low tide 
are not supplied with an upside, 
nor a legible exit guide.

Freedom never comes 
in garbage bags full of crumbs. 
Freedom calls and goes, 
wearing the same old clothes. 

Through the cracks’ depths, 
the light’s resurfacing stealth 
gives us reassuring strength. 





Funny how a few quick replies can turn into a whole poem. These little moments across WordPress drift together, and before I know it, they’ve built something on the shore. Sandcastles is just today’s example.




Ivor Steven ©  July 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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