Wreckage.

A poem by request, for the “Poet Rummager”. From a more recent era of my life. The photos, taken by I.Steven, part of the Shipwreck Coast, South-West Victoria, along the renowned, Great Ocean Road

 

Wreckage

 

We’re a shipwreck of the night.

The lighthouse was out of sight.

After the storm of wild passion.

Feeling wearied, a wreckage of fusion.

 

We’re a sperm whale on the beach.

The giant of the sea, without a speech.

After the turmoil of an endless wish.

Feeling totally lost, a wreckage amiss.

 

We’re a burnt-out forest of the dawn.

The ashen mountain smoulder ’til morn.

After the raging nights fire.

Feeling humbled, a wreckage of desire.

 

We’re a paradox of the unfolding day.

The bedsheets awry, here to stay.

After the fatigue of a forever promise.

Feeling complete, a wreckage of braveness.

 

Ivor Steven.

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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.

26 thoughts on “Wreckage.”

  1. I’ve had a couple of wreckages in my life. The passion, at first, is one that is a maddening roar that completely engulfs you. Powerful words, Ivor… loved this very much! You’re so right about the absence of a lighthouse. Blinded by the storm, you end up crashing and destroyed. Ha! You never forget the great sex, though, but the pain does stay with you for awhile. You never survive a destructive storm completely intact.

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  2. Lovely Ivors. I had to come and visit your page because your posts aren’t appearing on my reader! No idea why! I’ll catch up. ..😊

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    1. Thanks Colleen, I did have a broken heart at the time, but it repaired it’s self. The lesson I learnt from this relationship, was although we had parted ways and I was very hurt, haha, I said to myself, well she’s still alive, nothing like going through the lifetime grieving process of the passing of your loved one !!

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      1. Lots of my writings are about trying to describe those very feelings, still struggling to explain the depth of it all, the first 7 years, the most beautiful time of my life, the next 30 years, pouring myself into caring and loving her, but knowing, sooner or later that this terrible disease was going to take her from me, hmmm, writing here now through tears of “Liquid Joy” xx

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  3. Oh, and that line, I’m always wondering about my writings and how they come to be, for most part my words are penned quite quickly, and not sure how, I was terrible at English Expression at college.

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  4. I apologise for my tardy response, Ivor, things have been hectic here, culminating in a 50th anniversary of a local branch of a national organisation I volunteer for having its shindig last night.

    I love the ebb and flow of your words, like the tide rolling in and out, but no storm coming, not yet, but even when it does arrive, you have the makings of a calmer of storms.

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