Ponds and Puddles

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Three days of steady rain have kept me home, resting and recovering at an easy pace. Between showers, I found myself watching puddles form and rivers rise — and somewhere in that rhythm, this whimsical piece appeared.
Ravishing rabbits waiting to board the Ark seemed the perfect companions for a rainy Sunday poem.





Ponds and Puddles

Splish, splash, splosh —
puddles and ponds,
but no soulful swans.

Sharp, hard hail rocks,
heavy, fat raindrops,
but no wistful wattlebirds.

Rivers are rising,
mudlarks are still flying —
but look,
there are two white rabbits
waiting to board the Ark.






While the rabbits wait for the Ark, I’ll rest here with this gentle song.



Ivor Steven ©  October 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.

7 thoughts on “Ponds and Puddles”

    1. Yes, but I’m ok, they call it ‘stroke fatigue’ it comes and goes, anyhow it’s just a matter of resting up , which I find hard to do 🥰🌏📘

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