Sipping on tea, from old Ceylon.
This lazy day’s, all but gone.
I’m changing things around again.
Thinking I’m yesterdays craftsmen.
Putting dreams up, taking walls down.
Wandering around in my morning gown.
Daydreaming again, oh, her in this room.
Writing silly words, about sun and moon.
Feeling lost within this empty saloon.
Wishing for her to reappear soon.
Replacing the sofa, for her to see.
Reclining she would, so relaxed and free.
Oh this void, she left alone for me.
Returning she said, to share a Ceylon tea.
Ivor Steven.
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Simply loved this one. Putting dreams up, taking walls down. Loved this line. As usual, an excellent piece.
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So very kind of you, and thank you for your continued support and encouragement.
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Stunning, Ivor. Wistful, melancholy and a real sense of the aching sadness of loss. So many little things that are done on a daily basis gain such volumes after loss. Your reference to old Ceylon is beautiful, too. I really love this poem.
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Loss, certainly adds to our emotional ability to express those deep thoughts.
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Very true
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My God Ivor, another so charming poem! I melted while reading! What a cup of Ceylon-tea can offer, or are you actually at the change? It loved especially: “Putting dreams up, taking walls down” and the “silly” would be desirable if it is exchanged against “pleasing” or so! You did again a wonderful thing!
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Thanks Anie, it was another old poem that I completely rewrote this week, and I’m happy with the rehash. And “silly” was used because it seemed to fit ok, probably meaning to say amusing, or frivolous. And yes I’m always “putting up dreams” but It helps me with “taking walls down”, your comments are very pleasing.
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Then the “silly” is only an expression of your mood, because no matter how badly one is on it, one can never call your silence “silly”. So “taking walls down” is extremely positive, right? Thanks for your reply Ivor!
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Yes, my way of being positive,
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It is a lovely, still and attentional way of beeing positiv. This is very charming and sympatic!
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This touched my heart in ways only a man who has lost his wife would understand. I lost my first wife from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis after 35 years of marriage. Though I have since remarried, she will always hold a very special place in my heart and memory. Thank you for sharing this. 🙂
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Thank you Walt, a lot of my writings are from my heart, quite unabridged, and I’m pleased my words touched you, and I appreciate your comments.
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Thanks Walt, for following my blog/website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor
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And thank you for following mine! I’m from Clarkrange, TN, about 2 hours east of Nashville.
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I love at how you made a simple household job sounds so poetic.. and yes everything reminds you of your beloved..
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Simply amazing poem.
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Just beautiful
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Thanks
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Very nice.
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Perfect rhyme and heart wrenching, as well. What’s the photo about — cool and eclectic room!
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The photo, is the last pic of our lovely living area, just after i sold up. Lots of wonderful fun late night parties were had there.
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Aw, what a place! At least you have the memories, my sweet Ivor. ❤
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Haha, if only walls could speak, oh wow…..And yes it was a glorious place to live in, always had that welcoming warmth to the area. Everyone that came in always said they felt comfortable and at home…
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It wasn’t only the place that warmed your guests — I’m certain the hosts had a lot to do with that, as well. Walls do speak — you just have to find the right spot to press your ear.
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I like that, pressing your ear against my walls and listening to them speak, oh, there’s words bouncing around in my head, I shall keep the pad handy tonight…. although maybe a few too many red wines…..
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Ivor, I love your love for your wife. I appreciate how you capture snippets of that love in very intimate emotional moments.
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Thanks Colleen, I recall those little intimate moments so well, that’s what makes a good relationship, those snippets that makes you have a smile of togetherness, the little bundles of joy that all come into one…..
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That are unique to everyone’s relationship.
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Oh, and Rose’s subconscious prompt about the walls, has produced another poem, to be published soon,,, “If Only The Walls Could Talk”, I’m waiting on some artwork, but I’ll email you the draft.
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Walls, that can talk would be very interesting. I have often imagined this for rooms or buildings. What a bubbling up, if everything would be reproduced what happened there …:)
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Ah yes a wonderful topic, I shall post my poem “If Only The Walls Could Talk” within a couple of days. I’m so very pleased with the way my words flowed.
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Okay, I will do my emails after my comments and I look forward to it!
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Love this!
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Ivor this is beautiful. Yes I can see the similarities which just goes to show that we all share the pain of loss. Very heartfelt and a wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing it with me. 😢
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I think it’s good to write about our pain of loss, definitely helps with the healing process, and it’s nice to share, and knowing we are in the same. xx
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