This poem appears in my recent book “Tullawalla” and was originally written in August 2019

Echoes (Tullawalla, page 147)
My night’s sleep was calm and sound
Despite the deafening noise of echoes lost a found
I heard the midnight owl singing
Replaying tunes, of last year’s bells ringing
My blankets had not been disturbed
As if my shadow had slept unperturbed
And my mind had been emptied of today’s wind burns
Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019
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
A beautiful, evocative poem.
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Thank you Sadje
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You’re welcome
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Reblogged this on Ivor.Plumber/Poet and commented:
My poem “Echoes” is up at Go Dog Go Cafe’s ‘Throwback Friday’
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💛🌞💛
(((HUGS)))
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The blankets in our beds tell tales,
With shapes like hieroglyphs
And meanings our bed daily regales
And music like soft guitar riffs
— Great Vampire
http://www.friendsofthegreatvampire.wordpress.com
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments ..
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💗💞 a wonderful poem💞
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Thank you Kindly Cindy 🤗💙🌞
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