Featured Photo: Taken by my, Samsung Galaxy S5, 24/08/2017, sunset at the end of my Court, here on the top of Geelong, Bell Post Hill.
Every time I opened a photo album,
I saw her personal emblem.
Every time I turned about face,
I felt my pain, all again.
Every time I switched on the screen,
I waited for a different dream.
Every time I tried another channel,
I cried during the battle.
Every time I played another sad tune,
I sang until the next full moon.
Every time I walked out the back door,
My head would be in the clouds.
Every time I looked up to heaven,
My angel would be at the gate.
And I saw the rain on her face,
And I felt the memory rain, all again.
Ivor Steven.
Ah this is so true, a single thing brings all the memories back, i think they remain with us all the time nonetheless! Beautiful poem and the picture π
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Thanks Soiba, memories shall remain, but my pain is like warm rain. soothing me again…..
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, Ivor. That photo, your words, your emotions, all so beautiful.
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Thankyou Kelvin, again your so kind, and don’t worry the memory rain is now warm and gentle. I actually wrote this one, last Christmas, and it’s still nearly the hardest time ….
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Beautiful picture …… I can almost see her at the gate. I definitely see her in your words.
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I wrote this at Christmas time last year, the clouds and rain made me dig it out, slightly changed a few words, and me and Lily took the pic on our walkies… It seemed to fit the poem…..
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Yes it did. And I admire your words Ivor, I really do.
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Hi Ivor. I don’t know if I’m reading more than I should, but I felt raw grief when I read this. I don’t even know if I’m reflecting my own emotions and attaching it to this poem. All I can say is that, I felt the pain. I know what grief is like, because I’m going through some of my own. I wake up in the morning with a void in my heart and sometimes nothing can soothe it, except the pain of remembering. Another great memorable poem.
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It was written Christmas time last year, always an especially hard time for me, I modified it a little today, the day was cloudy and rainy and I was having one of “those” moments, and every now and then I still feel that raw grief, but I’m basically healed, and now the memory rain is gentle and warm,
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Oh how my heart bleeds for you…(sigh)….
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Such triggers
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I follow you all the way to the end
Simply beautiful
Strong voice
Powerful images
As Sheldon Always
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The commonality you and I share makes us brothers in the rain my friend. Well written π
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It’s ok though Walt, only a gentle a warm rain now, and definitely the showers are less frequent my friend..
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How long has it been?
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Five and a half years now, And I wrote a little two line poem, that expresses how I felt then.
“How many rivers of tears must we cry,
Before all the deepest wells run dry. “
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What a stunning photograph! And the poem is beautiful and bittersweet – perfect, really!
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Thank you for your comment, I’m actually a terrible photographer, I think I fluked one ! and with the help of some computer enhancement…
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Those are generally the best! π Just keep pointing your camera at things you like, and the rest will be easy… And as you say, thereΒ΄s always some helpful computer software π
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Oh, congrats’ !! you were my 1000th “like”, not sure what the prize is, maybe a purple Elephant stamp…. or even a Chocolate gold medal….
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Oh, awesome! ThatΒ΄s a wonderful mile stone! Many congratulations, Ivor! π
I like the idea of both prizes but will also be content with your smile… π
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Raining memories β€ What a gorgeous image you summoned here. i shall never look at rain the same way. Thank you for that!
PS: I am raiding your blog, it looks like I have a lot of catching up to do on the magic of your words π
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Thankyou for reading so many of my “cool” poems, and I thoroughly appreciate your lovely comments, and every word of praise warms my heart.
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It is my pleasure β€ You deserve every single one of those heartwarming words π
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This makes me think of the process of letting go and how it takes time. Moments of remembering that come up again and again. I especially like the ending,
“And I saw the rain on her face,
And I felt the memory rain, all again.”
Memories do rain down on us and we are saturated with them.
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Thanks Ali, my memory rains are now
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Whoops, now warm and gentle rains
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Glad to hear that.
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