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.
Late yesterday afternoon I went down to the city waterfront to capture the full moon rising over the bay. Then I attended the Creative Geelong Winter Solstice event and the City’s Solstice Festival … No poem, but I took lots of Photos …
Today’s Throwback Friday poem is not on my Website but appears in my book “Tullawalla”, Chapter 6, page 101, and I wrote the original version in October 2019.
Bohemian Lyrics
What we imagine And what is real Are not the same deal Dust, life’s spicks and specks Are blended inside the earth’s vortex We are only our solar system’s subjects And beyond gathering grey clouds There is, the stars sheltering shroud
Whatever the words, let them roll Whatever the feelings, let them be our soul Old lines drawn in the sand May be erased by forgiving hands Gaea’s liquid words caress the air we breathe Capturing chords within the whispering trees
Time deflects in the end Time rewinds and amends Love is the world’s unwound relic Love is an empty hearts’ bohemian lyric
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday Challenge is: Perspective … to visit their fabulous site, please click on >> Here … And my poem below is a metaphorical perspective between “nature’s serenity and our wild wars”
And I Wonder Why
On a windless winter morn
I am walking beside the wave-less bay
Watching the white wispy clouds
Wandering above the whispering trees
And I am wondering why
Our worried and weeping world
Wantonly wastes time
On unworthy and wearisome wars
“Esmerelda”, a wonderfully dramatic song by Ben Howard
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Sleep … please visit their fabulous website by clicking on >> Here. I’ve been busy the last several days, an open mic’ night, a big fun afternoon at the Box Office Cafe (Poem below), Creative Geelong Market Day, and tomorrow morning it’s my Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting … And tonight, I am very “Sleepy”
Together in the Box Office Cafe
As is Frankie’s way In his cute and friendly manner He invited three young ladies To join us at our table And as in Tullawalla’s, ‘a meeting place’ We quickly became cheekily friendly and chatty They were inquisitive about what I was writing, and my books, ‘Perceptions’ and ‘Until Eyes Hear Sound’
The three “train-driver” ladies jokingly agreed “Youth is wasted on the young” Then, Ivor, Frankie, Carla, Mandy, and Emily Shared pup-cups, cappuccino, and latte Along with some neuro-cool glasses Of vodka, prosecco, and martini
Thanks to the ladies, we had a fun afternoon Frankie lapped up all their extra cuddles And Carla kindly purchased Signed copies of, ‘Tullawalla’ and ‘Perceptions’
Our monthly Market Day is tomorrow! We will have a dozen stalls with a broad range of goods on offer including art & crafts, books and clothes and all manner of bric a brac. It’s all undercover at Centrepoint Arcade from 11am-3pm.
Several of our tenant art studios will also be open as well as the May’d Shop.