Throwback Friday, Lines To Nowhere, by Ivor Steven

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 

4 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, Lines To Nowhere, by Ivor Steven

  1. 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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