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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30 thoughts on “A Distant Ship”
Mystic questions…an ocean of chaos and a hefty yearning for clarity…beautiful thoughts💛💛💛
Scary questions and scary answers. And yet if you’ve asked them, that’s an answer in itself. Might just be my interpretation, but this one has a “no turning back” feel to it. Beautiful poem, Ivor.
The first line in this really played on my mind for a little while. I went back and read it again and again and thought about my own place in life right now. Interesting questions you’ve put for yourself here! Melancholic, and lovely as always.
Haha, I had to read my poem to remember the first line, I can never remember anything I’ve written, which is hopeless when your friends want you to recite some of my poems…. anyhow….the first line, yes it’s quite a poser, and you may read into what you think fits…… I’m not sure myself, if I was afraid or not, and am i being discouraged or just imagining that to be, and so many more questions may be read into the line, and that’s how jumbled my mind was, doubts and questions
I had to smile when you said you can never remember anything you’ve written. I frequently have to look back when answering a reply, especially if the post is a couple of weeks old.
This is a great poem… I used to jump in the water and swim, with no thought of the dangers, or if it would be too cold.
It was a mistake.
Always best to check the temperature first, then decide if you really want to swim and whether you can maintain the energy to reach the other side.
Being infatuated is very much like being possessed. What a brilliant statement Ivor! (I’m sorry I’m not commenting on all the posts, it’s SO hard to travel and write and read and comment!!) But I am reading!!!!!
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 
Mystic questions…an ocean of chaos and a hefty yearning for clarity…beautiful thoughts💛💛💛
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Thank you for your insightful comment, I’m so very grateful. And yes, our quests are full of unanswered questions
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Well, being eaten by cells is better than being eaten by wiggling rice!
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So true, but the pain might be the same.
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Scary questions and scary answers. And yet if you’ve asked them, that’s an answer in itself. Might just be my interpretation, but this one has a “no turning back” feel to it. Beautiful poem, Ivor.
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You might be right, just as well I’m a reasonable swimmer
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The first line in this really played on my mind for a little while. I went back and read it again and again and thought about my own place in life right now. Interesting questions you’ve put for yourself here! Melancholic, and lovely as always.
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Haha, I had to read my poem to remember the first line, I can never remember anything I’ve written, which is hopeless when your friends want you to recite some of my poems…. anyhow….the first line, yes it’s quite a poser, and you may read into what you think fits…… I’m not sure myself, if I was afraid or not, and am i being discouraged or just imagining that to be, and so many more questions may be read into the line, and that’s how jumbled my mind was, doubts and questions
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I had to smile when you said you can never remember anything you’ve written. I frequently have to look back when answering a reply, especially if the post is a couple of weeks old.
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haha, it’s a funny thing, not being able to remember our own words
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I really like this poem, kind of leaves choice in recollection… very creative work. Always enjoy your unique styles.
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Thank you, for your kind words.
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This is a great poem… I used to jump in the water and swim, with no thought of the dangers, or if it would be too cold.
It was a mistake.
Always best to check the temperature first, then decide if you really want to swim and whether you can maintain the energy to reach the other side.
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Thanks Jane, yeah, it’s like a sink or swim poem, full of doubts and questions….
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As we get older, we gain confidence in some directions and lose it in others…
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I Know, and you’re so right
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This is very poignant Ivor. Loneliness hurts. You’re a good man my friend.
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Being infatuated is very much like being possessed. What a brilliant statement Ivor! (I’m sorry I’m not commenting on all the posts, it’s SO hard to travel and write and read and comment!!) But I am reading!!!!!
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That’s ok dear Colleen, please enjoy your holiday, and I promise to to stick around for a bit longerer. x
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You are good to me Ivor 🙂
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Self-destructive tendencies are often found in writers. It’s pain that drives many of us. Potent words, Ivor.
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Thanks Rose, haha best I keep swimming.
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Skinny dipping will make you feel brand new — just watch for squids. 🦑💋
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It often seems as if the answer to all of these questions is yes and no. A powerful poem. The song matches the mood.
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Thanks Robert, and my mood was yes and no
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I sensed that in the poem.
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I love this poem Ivor. For me jumping in is often feet first and I frequently regret it!
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Yes, I think we all have those moments !!
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This is beautiful and so thought provoking! Xxx
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I’m so glad you liked this one. And thank you for taking the time to read so many of my poems.
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