Throwback Friday, A Voice in the Mist, by Ivor Steven

Today’s poem is one that I have not published on my web/blog site, and I am not sure when I first wrote the original words. Up until now, this a piece that has been filed away in a foolscap folder.

A Voice in the Mist 

The moon’s my patriarch 

My dream, glowing in the dark 

She’s a vision, no feel, no mound 

Only a voice, without sound 


A distant shining, so forlorn 

My heartache until dawn 

She’s a pillow, no caress, no kiss 

Only a voice, from beyond the mist 

Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

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 4 years, and writing poems for 20 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 

27 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, A Voice in the Mist, by Ivor Steven

    • Yes .. things were difficult, but we coped .. our bedroom had been changed basically into a hospital ward room , with a electronic bed, air-mattress, and an overhead hoist .. and I was relegated to the spare room .. life in our home was becoming very different 💕🤗🌏

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