Funny enough my poem today is not about life in ‘covid’ times, as I wrote this piece in June 2018, but on reading this poem today, the theme could well pertain to our ‘covid’ lockdown situation here at the moment in Geelong … hmmm eerie …
Wondering And Wandering Again
Do you every have that vacant feeling
Silently in a void, wandering
Darkness has fallen
Clouds shroud the moon
Misty rain cools the night-air
Wondering what happened to your daytime
Hours of down-time
What have you done?
Memories of your day have gone
Nothing in your hand
Blankness in your mind
Decoding untold stories
Writing on empty blue lines
Words of hidden rhymes
With invisible ink that runs away
Eloping with your pen
To find a better day
And leaving you alone again
Ivor Steven (c) June 2018
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’m in self-imposed lockdown due to PMDD, so these words resonate!
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Oh .. I things improve for you soon 😊💛
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Thanks Ivor 🤯 in some positive news, the IAPMD will be publishing a blog post I wrote about my experience soon, so if I can help others by sharing, I’m grateful for that 🙏
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Well done Ingrid, and I think that helps you too. 😊🌏
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We are all, desperately, trying to find we what hope there is, in this situation we are now, living under, and, with the way things are, going, it doesn’t, look, good at all…
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You are right .. this ‘covid’ thing is everywhere, in everything, and affecting everyone .. we are all in a big mess … there seems no easy way out … 🥲🤔🌏
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Such a profound poem Ivor
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Yes, as I realize this is Friday and feels like it was last Friday only yesterday
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Thank you … and yes times are affected by these stressful situations 🥲🤔😊🌏
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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet and commented:
A poem I wrote 2 years before ‘covid’ took hold … eerie ..
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So relatable. So heart-touching.
(((HUGS)))
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Thank you Carolyn … an old poem, but again my words seem so relevant today .. ((hugs))
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Fantastic Cor I love you poem, and Moby brings back memories of my eldest lad 💜💜
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Thank you Willow 💕🤗🌏
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Great poem, Ivor. Eerily, it does fit today’s world.
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Thank you … and eeriy that’s a worry …
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