Torn Dust In My Lungs, by Ivor Steven.

Torn Dust In My Lungs

Last night I attended the lowercase’s monthly poetry recital  event. The theme was “On The Bus”, and here’s a link to the poem I read out >>https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/sorry-we-caught-the-wrong-bus/    . After the show, as is usual for me, I ventured across the road, to Pistol Pete’s Blues bar, for my dose of live music. And wow, what a fabulous band happened to be performing. From Germany, “Hanne Kah”, and I’ve attached two songs of their’s below. As you might know, Ivor likes to have a chat, and Hanne and her band were a very friendly crew, and were happy to have some photos taken with me….. Oh, what a treat for me, and of course I gave them my poetry card, and bought a CD and T-shirt…… Then I stumbled home, and drafted this poem, which I finished this morning…… It’s probably a bit jumbled, but I say to myself…so-be-it….

Torn Dust In My Lungs 

 

Late in the afternoon, the moon is rising

Not the normal moon, silver and shining

But a colour of yellow mustard custard icing

Through the evenings smokey maze, dimly glowing

 

These foolish fires, have been merciless

They’ve torn apart our virgin land

Dusty embers in the sky, leftover evidence

Torn  from what was once pristine and beautiful

 

Hanne Kah’s CD “Y”, and you’ll find them at this Link >> https://www.facebook.com/hannekahband/

Appropriately I’m playing this song of Hanne Kah’s, “Dust In My Lungs”

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

 

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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. 

7 thoughts on “Torn Dust In My Lungs, by Ivor Steven.

    • I’m in safe area Liyona. And I had a great night out, I was quite fortunate to meet up with Hanne Kah, she and her band were great. I wasn’t so sure about my poem, but now I’ve read it again a few times, I suppose it’s ok.

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    • Thank you Eugenia, Hanne Kah and her band, are really enjoying their time /tour here, their first trip down under, and played at charity aid concert event for the bushfires last night, and they’ve only been Australia a week. 🌏💙🔥🌏💙

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