The beams that climbed through last night’s clouds left their mark — a quiet moment held in a soft, rising glow that lingered long enough to shape today’s bohemian rhyme.
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My Sign Is On The Climb
Life’s arduous and continuous incline
has me staggering beyond my prime.
Here, balancing between the sublime
and the interior of twilight time,
where the pearlised skyline’s
radiant beams are on the climb.
Perhaps I missed tonight’s assuring sign
while writing this bohemian rhyme,
and I didn’t see the clouds talking in mime
while being bedazzled by nature’s pantomime.
And as the sky’s glow drifts upward, today’s rhyme now meets this unforgettable anthem.
Ivor Steven © September 2026
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
Love this poem so much, my dear friend. It’s a keeper! 🥰
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