An Old Plumber, An Ex-Carer, An Amateur Poet, Words From The Heart
Author: ivor20
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.
Hello dear readers and followers, I am now back writing for “Coffee House Writers” magazine, and my poem “An Untravelled Highway”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below and visit my poem, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/an-untraveled-highway/
At Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word: Fresh. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here … Below is my response to their prompt Fresh.
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is from October 2019, a time when I was anxious about trying to finish my “Tullawalla” Manuscript before my publisher’s Christmas deadline. Tullawalla was my first serious attempt at compiling a poetry collection, and I was panicking that I would not complete the project in time …I calmly sat myself down and wrote this poem to myself … “What’s all the fuss about, stop worrying, and just do the best you can” …
Today I am reposting a poem from July 2020. The day has become very wet and “cool” this afternoon, and coincidently the Wednesday Challenge from Weekly Prompts is the word: COOL. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here
Clouds Are Down
Coldness hovers in foggy grey air
The sun’s dirty eye-wear
Icy winter ground
A crunchy grass sound
Blue skies await, clouds are down
There’s hope above, in her golden crown
Hafsol (Sun of the sea), Rigur Ros, lyrics in English.
Sun of the sea
Behind a cloudburst, the sun awakens from hibernation Cools off with the cold drops of rain Plays with the hot flames of fire Creates a rainbow talking on the arm, talking on Behind a cloudburst, the sun awakens from hibernation Cools off with the cold drops of rain Playing with my name I would like to look for Creates a rainbow
Hi dear readers and followers, after several setbacks, I have resumed working on writing my third book of poems. Since I published “Tullawalla” and “Perceptions”, I was surprised to discover that I had written over 700 more poems after those 2 ‘manuscripts’ were completed … From these 700 poems I have selected “208” pieces to be considered for entry into my new manuscript. Now! the difficult process of culling the list down to a reasonable number begins …
Eventide
I looked beyond the afternoon sky
And shyly asked the sun to guide my eye
“What is the average number of pages in a book of poetry?
How many poems should there be in my book of artistry?