Over on my website, I have recently re-posted two of my older poems from a time three years ago, when I was beginning a three month stay in hospital. I was originally suffering from a “mystery” virus, and then I had a stroke, followed by another minor stroke. … Somehow I managed to write about that three month journey via my poems, and today I’m presenting a poem I wrote from my hospital bed during the second week of hospitalisation.
Lines To Nowhere
My curtains were opened
I saw a setting eclipse
And I decided to walk
To the south side of the moon
Taking my own spoon
I heard there’s a cheese-cake tasting
A sweet crumbly base
Topped with blueberries and cream
Life’s not about lying in bed
I’ll meet you for a kiss
After school
Down by the old pool
Ivor Steven (c) October 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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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet and commented:
This Weeks Throwback Friday poem at “Go Dog Go Cafe” is “Lines To Nowhere” from November 2018
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Hi Ivor. My own experience of hospitals (which, sadly, is quite extensive) is that they provide an excellent environment for poetry writing due to the high quality stream of available drugs. In that regard I provide a response (tongue in cheek) to your words, below …
Lying on the pillow
Feeling kind of evangelic
The drugs that they are feeding me
Must be sort of psychedelic
Eclipses out my window
Though that may just be the curtain
‘Cause the nature of the universe
Is suddenly uncertain
Got to hold onto my sanity
So they’ll let me out of here
So in moments of lucidity
I dream of you, my dear
In hope beyond futility
That we will reunite at last
As I revisit treasured moments
And go dredging through my past
Searching through my memories
Recalling special bits
That day you met me by the swimming pool
And let me feel your tits
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Thanks for the excellent rendition .. I think you’ve summed up my drugged up situation perfectly .. right down to the last titty bit .. Cheers ..
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