The white moon has fallen late
The new daytime awaits
Rollover out of dream time
Rollover to the edge of time
Leave midnight’s caressing lullaby
And discover the blue curtain sky
It’s time to stretch and yawn
It’s time to feel the misty dawn
Stand in front of time’s open hands
Stand stoically upon time’s ancient land’s
The sands of time swiftly drift by
And cloudy skies of daylight do fly
The sands of time, wait for no man
Time quickly moves on, needing no command
Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019
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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. View all posts by ivor20
Beautiful, Ivor! Your poem is like a morning prayer.
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Thank you Eugenia, that is a very interesting concept for my poem. I was trying to present time as happy mood/event ⌚💙🌏
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So wonderfully penned, Ivor!! Loved your presentation of time that never waits!! Poems about time always catch me!! Ha!
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Thank you Robert, and yes “Time” is fascinating subject…….
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I so agree. Please share/repost any of your older work on the subject???
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Ok Robert, I’ll have a look through my files 🌏⌚
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Love this, the music and the poem. Thank you for sharing Ivor!
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