Todayβs Throwback Friday arrives wrapped in rain. Frankie and I stepped out into a cold, wet Geelong evening, and the sky was heavy, brooding, ready to break. It seemed the right moment to revisit a poem from June 2021 β a piece written during another season of quiet storms and overflowing emotion.
Raining Oceans of Tears (Revised)
They can send a machine to Mars,
but cannot repair a blade of grass
in natureβs backyard.
And billions of tears spill into the oceans,
creating a soft-surging swell of love
gradually rolling in from a blue horizon.
Is this the beginning
of the next great flood from above?
The words that are left unsaid
cannot be misread
Without being misread β sometimes the only answer is to let the rain keep falling.

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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
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Tullawalla:
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ivorrs20@gmail.com β¦ and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.
Ivor Steven Β© July 2026

That last line is a zinger, Ivor.
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Yes indeed, VJ
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Thought provoking poem, my dear friend; love that last line. Fab video from Moby. πΆππ
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Thank you very much for your thoughtful words my friend πΆππ₯°
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This is so good Ivor, a wonderful write! π€π€ππ
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