Words Of Mine

I’ve given you all, my humble words.

I’ve given you, my hidden soul.

Words trickling, like the cool mountain streams.

Words dripping off the frozen ashen trees.

Words gliding across the icy lakes.

Words flowing through happiness, and sorrow.

 

I’ve given you all, my inner self.

I’ve given you, my outer grief.

Words Tumbling over the embedded rocks

Words twisting like the winding valley rivers.

Words cascading down the forest waterways.

Words sifting through my barren hands.

 

I’ve given you all, my lonely heart.

I’ve given you, my secret loves.

Words of life, like the deep blue oceans

Words of time, traveling to the stars beyond.

Words of love, drowning in the memory rains.

Words of mine, falling down upon dreams of tomorrow.

 

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Ivor Steven.

 

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time 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 18 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 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.

38 thoughts on “Words Of Mine”

  2. They just keep getting better and better. it can’t be long before this collection is in a book. This one really hit home with me; which is what great words are meant to do. When I got to the end, and saw all the pictures, I thought of all the people I’ve lost, and all that are still with me. Words can be powerful, but sometimes things we see, and remember, like the pictures, can be just as special. Have a great day. Here on the other side of the world, it’s morning, and my day is just starting.

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    1. Just after 11.30 here on the topside of mother earth. Thanks for your encouraging words, and happy that you liked my photo of my pictures, I do like them to be on display.

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  4. Wow! Ivor, this is the sweetest poem ❤ The magic of words and love entwined. I loved the rhythm brought by the chorused phrases and words. What a delicious read! "Words trickling, like the cool mountain streams." You speak my language. The mountain girl in me was taken. ❤

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      2. Have been in Melbourne tonight, now on the train going back to Geelong . Have been to watch my niece April singing in the opera La Traviata, it was a fantastic production. And I’d be thrilled if you were to compose a tune for my words. ♡

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      1. always the gentleman Ivor, you are such a special person and your gifts are creating smiles all over the world. I like that they are knocking on every door, such boldness! love that!

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  15. I find it interesting that the images in the first stanza are “cool, frozen, and icy”. I have no other thoughts about them than that – although I do like the images.

    You and I seem to share a fondness for nature. The images in your second stanza are especially striking to me.

    Overall, the poem is quite moving. Intimate and moving. I think you must be addressing your blog audience, but it comes across with the force of speaking to each one of us individually.

    I’m going to do something I rarely do. I’m going to bookmark this poem in a special folder I keep for poems I enjoy returning to again and again. Thank you so much for sharing it, Ivor.

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    2. Hi Paul.
      Your praise is grand
      I do love the land
      I’m a simple guy
      In my own mind, I do get by
      I write to appease my soul
      Beyond the end
      There’s only one goal

      Now I’m listening to Solsafir
      Their music’s a spiritual stir
      I’m singing their song ‘Otta”
      I don’t understand a word
      But crescendos move me
      I’m pleased you hear my pulse
      I’ve lived a life, saintly I’m not
      Memories of her, never forgot.

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