Category: Poems

Her favourite coat, forever hangs in my wardrobe

Unmistakably I feel the coat’s presence

Every-time I open the wardrobe door

I instinctively turn to see her family heirloom

A gift that’s been handed down from her grandmother

However, the gift she wasn’t able to wear when the sickness begun.

Not once, over the next thirty years, of frailty and fears

Time is now a broken clock face

Seven years ago, she did pass

And her favourite coat I keep, my piece of memorabilia

I do know, she’s not going to reappear

For me to gently and warmly cover her tender shoulder

Consciously I’m not sure, why the coat remains

I’ve tried to give the coat away

To a homely charity, and even a local actor’s group

Fortuitously her coat has not been accepted

Here in the wardrobe, the glorious old coat stays

Along with the other trinkets of her forever spirit

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

 

I’m wasting days, walking hot bitumen streets

Wishing I was there in my balloon, on the old rocking seat

A life’s fragile bubble incomplete

 

I’m ready to fly and eventually burst

Into the distant sky, away from the church

I’m alive and not waiting for the hearse

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

I’m not going to say the day’s bloody hot

My sweat’s obviously real

As the ice in the fridge looks like molten steel

I’m not going to say the south pole’s defrosted

The public are screaming true

As the polar-cap’s sheer faces, drop like morning dew

I’m not going to say the air we breathe is polluted

The evidence blows right in front of you

As we smell the stench, it’s enough to make you spew

I’m not going to say politicians value money more than you

Their filled pockets are blatantly on view

As they corruptly succumb to greed of the chosen few

I’m going to rant and rave, even if it’s too hot

Losing my block, to stop this embellished rot

The heat is on them to cool off our plot

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

I’ve shut myself inside

The devil’s heat lays outside

The curtains are closed

Doors are locked

Who am I hiding from

I’m alone in my home

What am I keeping In

Can’t recall, the last time I sinned

I’ve already slept through the day

The day is passing away

Morning’s ghost has gone

Mid-afternoon and nothing’s done

It’s far too hot

To just sit here and rot

In my mind, what else to do

But think, about you

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

 

Hello dear readers, friends, and followers. I’ve been in and out of hospital again, but hopefully I’ll be able stay out for a while now, and my progress is improving everyday. I’m keeping myself busy, bike pedalling (On Yorkie) exercise sessions and walking 6000 steps a day, In between, I’ve been preparing my new booklet of poems. I’ve just finished the manuscript (Phew and yeah !!), and this one is called, “Tullawalla: “Beyond The Brick Wall”, metaphorically that’s where I am at now, and all the poems were written since Christmas, after my first stroke in Mid-December.  Like my other 7 Booklets, all money’s that I collect from the sale of these booklets goes to the Geelong MS Charity Shop. The list of my 8 booklets is below. These booklets are all printed here in my little writing studio/haven, put together by hand, and they’re a foolscap size folder of 21 pages and 40 poems in each booklet

Tullawalla, Poems, By Ivor Steven                                                                                   Tullawalla, A Sign Of The Times                                                                                               Tullawalla, The Waves Say Goodbye                                                                                     Tullawalla, Who’s Left To Row The Boat                                                                        Tullawalla, Home Is The Air I Breathe                                                                            Tullawalla, Waiting Time                                                                                                  Tullawalla, The Healing House

And, Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall

 

 

 

 

Booklet #5: Home Is The Air I Breathe                      Booklet #6: Waiting Time

 

 

Booklet #7: Tullawalla, The Healing House          My “Isolation Time”

 

And, Booklet#8: Tullawalla, Beyond The Brick Wall               My front door.

 

 

Cheers

From Ivor xx