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.

Promote Yourself Monday: October 10, 2022

Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to participate, come along and visit our writer friendly site…..by clicking on the link at the bottom of this article >> Please Scroll Down to The End Of The Article, and click On …
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.

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A Poem About Me (Revised)

The original poem was written in August 2018, and back then I was not considering writing a book, but ironically or fortunately all the pieces in Bold Italic and the titles of poems in new my book “Tullawalla”





A Poem About Me (Revised)




How to write a poem about me

The boy who lived by the sea

As a youngster, I was not a loud speaker

Just shy and quiet teenager

Who wondered about Dreams of the Heart

With my visions of yesteryear Well Preserved

I loved Vegemite, honey and ice-cream

Then my life became Just a Little Dream


Looking at the Crystal Clear Shallows on the bay

I saw Ripples of Inconsiderateness turn my hair grey

Struggling, life was disappearing after my stroke

Emotionally I was crying out, Who’s Left to Row the Boat

Needing strength, my stars echoed, “I do Thee Shine”

Now I’m left with these Words of Mine

Recalling the days during her Everlasting Smile

Leaving my empty hands full, of Memories and Rhymes






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)

Over on Weekly Prompts the Weekend Challenge is the word: ALONE. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here . The Haiku below is my response to todays prompt.





Old Crow and the Moon (a Haiku)


The white moon hangs low

In the blue afternoon sky

Old crow stands alone










Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Throwback Friday, Echoes, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’

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This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019

Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)

My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing

My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

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…

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Above Grey Sky




Above Grey Sky 

 
 
A black curtain of cloud falls 

How dark will this hour become 

While daylight vacates the mind 


A bitter wind cuts through sound 

How silent will the hour become 

Before the black dog flies off his chain 


A bolt of lightning breaks through the sky 

How radiant will this moment become 

Before daylight reopens the cracks again 


“There’s a crack in everything 

that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen (Anthem) 







Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn, (Tullawalla, page 144





My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn (Tullawalla, page 144)


I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass







Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

Here Comes the Sun Again, is up at Coffee House Writers Magazine

Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Here Comes the Sun Again”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers.
>> https://coffeehousewriters.com/here-comes-the-sun-again/











Ivor Steven ©  October 2022

Gatherers

On my morning walk I took these interesting photos




Gatherers 

 
 
There! 

In the forest fringe  

Gathering among the leaves and bark 

Stood wooden knives and forks 

The forks way outnumbered the knives 


Why? 

Were the splintered knives 

On the cutting edge of extinction 


Have the forks? 

Wisely discovered the point? 

That being one of nature’s gatherers 

Is the only way to survive humanities 

Wasteful and wanton waves of settlers 






Ivor Steven (c) October 2022