I originally wrote this poem in February 2013, and I have since then, edited the wording a number of times. I was fortunate enough to have this version published by ‘Festival of Poetry’ magazine, in October 2017
A Single Atom
I see a shooting star, traverse the full-moon
Like a jungle bush-fire, raging out of sight
I feel the heat of midday, smothering the night
Like a warm body, inside her tomb
I see the dawn, without the golden sun
Like a Lyrebird, singing all out of tune
I hear the morning rain, without a cloud in the sky
Like yesterday’s floods, leaving her high and dry
I see a sandy beach, awash by a tidal wave
Like a burning desert, water is her grave
I fill lonely sheets, with empty dreams
Like a dark chasm’s irrelevant beams
I’m a summer leaf, wilted by a frosty Autumn
Like a winter orchid, opening to an old anthem
I’m a splintered heart, inside a single atom
Like a snake’s dead skin, her rejected emblem
Ivor Steven (c) May 2018
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A very touching piece of poetry.
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Thank you Sadje…. It’s complicated piece to explain….. but basically about all the guilt emotions I was having when I was stating to have a relationship, about 15 months after my wife had passed…..
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That feeling does comes through.
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Magnificent piece, Ivor! Nostalgic and emotional.
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Thank you Eugenia…. very much a emotional piece… It was about 15 months after my after my wife had passed, and I was having terrible guilt complexes about starting up a relationship that I was having at the time.. 😂🤔
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I waited a year to consider a relationship after my husband passed. I feel that’s long enough plus our loved ones that have passed would want us to be happy. 🌼 🌻 🌞
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Yes I knew Carole would want me to be happy, but those those initial thoughts were very much in my mind….xx
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Wonderful from start to finish. I love the first person voice repeatedly leading us onward. Well done on the published original. Like me, you too keep revising…
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Yes, I’m not sure if my habit of revising my poems, is a good habit, or a bad had habit…. 😂😊
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I agree. I have completely reworked some poems until they are nothing like the original and the worse for it. We need to know when to walk away…
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A very emotional piece Ivor ..💞💞💞
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At the time, I was emotional and very confused. 😕☺💙🌏
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Poetry indeed has a healing power..💞
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Indeed so ❤🤗
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