Potpourri, by Ivor Steven.

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I have a visiting bluebird

Standing in my potpourri bowl

Bathing in aromatic leaves

Singing a reverie

About her dying tree

And I join in, with her plea

“Trees are the air we breath

Feeding us food and seed

Nourishing land and sea

Please let us grow and breed”


In the morning mist

Beside the potpourri dish

There, the bluebird is lying

I see her sad eyes are crying

I hear her choking, but still singing

” My fragile wings are not flying

Give me pure air to breath

Give me clean seed, in my feed

Before it’s time, for me to begin walking

Find thawing waters, and I’ll try swimming”


Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019

G’day, and welcome. 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, humorous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.                                                                                                                        If you would like to read more of my poetry, please click onto my web/blog site >>  https://wordpress.com/view/ivors20.wordpress.com


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