Time Unlocks Closed Doors

“When doors close, and wars roar, let peace be the key we choose to turn.”

This piece gathers four small reflections I shared on my fellow writers’ posts.
In stanza order, they are:
Nancy: Extraordinary Lies – The Elephant’s Trunk 
Sara: Levels of Water | purplepeninportland
Nancy: Gilded Quiet – The Elephant’s Trunk 
David: While my key still turns, or: Old lock – The Skeptic’s Kaddish  

  



Time Unlocks Closed Doors

Behind every resurfacing lie 
there is a buried piece of truth 

Life’s ebb tides
and rising waters
have no lateral sides

The ways of the rich 
make life a bitch. 
We’re better off 
not being so aloft  

If the key is not in the lock 
You’ll find it under the welcome mat 


 

 
A song for those moments when closed doors feel heavy — Renee’s voice reminds us that time still finds a way through.




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.

10 thoughts on “Time Unlocks Closed Doors”

    1. Thank you for thoughtful summary, David … and I think your comments are spot on … and that is the surprising/amazing joy I get when my 📘📖🤗🌏unrelated anecdotes come together to form a meaningful poem …

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