Throwback Friday, If Only Walls Could Talk, by Ivor Steven

Here’s a poem I wrote in August 2018, and during these present days of isolation, the words seem appropriate enough for me to republish them here today…


If Only Walls Could Talk


It’s true you know

Walls can talk

So I’ve been told

By a beautiful rose

You’ll have to listen

Listen very closely

Put your ears against the wall

Use a stethoscope if you must

Listen to the wooden heart

Standing proud and tall

A rough soul, rendered smooth

Layers of paint, every hue

Covering up dusty memories

Of hearts lost, through years of cavities

Like the old Wailing Wall

You’re walking along a history hall

Your secrets, one and all

They’ve heard every gasp

Your children’s moans

And your lover’s groans



Ivor Steven (c)

Special thanks my friend Rose, ,  for being my the inspiration to write this poem, after a recent conversation we had, and mentioning to me, that ‘walls do talk’ !!


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. 

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