Here’s a poem I wrote in 2016, while I was temporarily staying back in the original family homestead with my older brother, and I was in limbo and still trying to find myself another place to live.
By the Water’s Edge (Tullawalla)
I’m in this isolation cabin
Like a big mosquito larva
Ready to burst
Surrounded by sand and sea
And a river mouth
Tidal and free
And I share my daily bread
A share for you, and for them
Thoughts of you
I gaze down upon the sandy ground
I see your white lily unbound
I’m tangled in this cocoon
Like an angry dragonfly
Waiting to break free
Surrounded by watergrass and weed
Tea-tree and dunes, far as the eye can see
And a garden bed
Grown from seed
And I share my weekly menu
A share for you, and for them
Thoughts of you
I stare down upon a fallen brave
I see your lonely bower cave
Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2016
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
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I really love what you’ve written here. I can hear the frustration and processing of emotions but then you contrast that with something so simple as sharing a meal.
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Yes Liyona, despite my own personal problems,
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Whoops my finger slipped… my problems are insignificant, and memories are real, and we pay homage every meal. 😊😘
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So much thought and emotion. This was really heartfelt. I love it.
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Thank you Claudia, from one of those difficult transaction times in the years after Carole’s passing.. 🙄💙🌏
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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet and commented:
Here’s an old poem of mine that I posted on the “Go Dog Go Cafe *site’s Throwback Friday segment.
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Beautiful, Ivor: a sense of love and loss comes through so strongly here. I hope your writing has helped pull you through the hardest times.
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Thank you Ingrid, my writings have been very therapeutic for me.. 😊🙄
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I’m glad: I have found the same 😊
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Ivor, a beautiful and heartfelt expression of love and loss. Grieving, alone, displaced, trying to cope with everyday life, and knowing that life will never be the same again. This poem is so relatable to my own experiences with the loss of my husband. So many parallels.
The life you have built for yourself…the cozy home filled with mementos, music, and flowers in the yard; the beautiful poems and photographs that bring joy to others; your volunteer work and service to your community…The way you live your life honor’s Carole’s memory in a most meaningful way!
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Oh wow dear Cheryl… your lovely comments have overwhelmed me… as I reach for another tissue box…
My empty hands are full
Of memories and rhymes
“How many rivers of tears must we cry
Before all the deepest wells run dry”
Cheers. Ivor…
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Aw, this brought the tears. During those times of great change(s) we must hang on.
Know what?!?! Each day you live…each poem you write…you are a beacon of love, hope, encouragement, joy, ETC, to so many people! Thank you, Ivor! 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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