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.
Nine days before Christmas my Cherry Tomatoe plant gifted me a little ripe tomatoe. Early summer has been quite warm, today it’ll be 41’C. With plenty of watering my courtyard garden is flourishing.
My 6′ high cherry tomatoe plant, beside the Jazzy Bougainvillea
Dragon Wing Red Begonia, Ruby Red Geranium … and the Sunflower is about to bloom
Feature Image Above is of The magnificent Geelong Library, affectionately known as “The Dome”
Today was the ‘Dome Poets’ Christmas Break-up Brunch, at the “Box Office Cafe” and the fun assignment for members was to write a short poem, anecdote, or limerick about individuals within the group.
The Collage Below is a collection of the anecdotes and limericks about “me”, written by my “Dome” poet friends and recited at our Christmas break-up gathering.
My “Dome” Poetry Friends (a Limerick)
We’re an enthusiastic writing group of ten Who meet at the “Dome” every now and then Poetry friends, Mark, Martin, Emma, and Jenny Together with, Trish, Diane, Athalie, and Jacque We are warmly encouraged by our witty convenor, Jen
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word Ghost! You can visit their fabulous by clicking on >> Here. My Tanka/Poem below is about me exorcising my personal ghosts.
More Than Static (a Tanka)
I’m not elastic Or a paralysed object I am not static Or a dysfunctional soul I am solid, like a rock
Today I am presenting my poem from the “Fae Dreams” Anthology, October 2020. I wrote the original piece in 2018.
Tower to Heaven (Revised)
I remember the day Like it was yesterday A cold morning in the paddock I, a static shadow in the flock Standing beside a giant pylon I looked up to heaven Straight up the tower The tower of power Crosses of galvanized iron Straining under the winter sun Wind howling through its huge steel web And demons screaming in my head My spirit began climbing the spire Clambering higher and higher Up the pyramid of life’s wires Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire A visionary mission before I die To embrace a piece of my angels’ sky
Hi, dear readers and followers. As you know, it’s summertime down under in Australia, however this morning I read a lovely poem “Snowpeople”, written by Gigi >> https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/2024/12/09/snowpeople-2/ Her thoughtful and enchanting poem prompted me to write this poetic response as my comment to her wonderful post. ** Sorry, but it doesn’t snow in Geelong, so I have no suitable snow photos to accompany today’s article. My “moonman’ photos from this evening will have to suffice.
Snowflakes and the Snowman
Snowflakes float down And gather on the ground Without making a sound
The gathering becomes a white field The field’s enchanting appeal Cannot be concealed As crafty snowballs gather and expand Merrily creating a mystical snowman
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