Left Over Dew

I know I’m far from perfect.

I make awful mistakes.

I know I’m overly loud.

I dominate and crowd.


I do have a big heart.

A soul so soft.

I do love to hold and to kiss.

To cuddle and caress.


I feel your reluctance.

Your barrier fence.

I feel like a fog over you.

Like the morning dew.


Will you ever need another.

Or love another.

Will you ever let me remain.

Or look for me again.


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.

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