The day is one of rain.
Washing streets of thoughts down the drain.
Cleansing the stains.
Flooding the silence again.
The day is dismal and grey.
Drowning the sun, it begun in May.
Many years full of dismay.
Pouring rains, here to stay.
Ivor Steven (c)
Thank you to Gina of, Singledust, and Linda of, Urban Poetry, for both suggesting that I write words about the rain here in Geelong today. Hope the poem meets your approval Ladies.
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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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Portrays the true gloomy picture of rain when sometimes it gets in our heads…
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Yes gloomy, but I was also trying to depict my emotions about May as well, that’s the month Carole passed, but that’s for my own minds thoughts, if you read rain as tears, then you’ll understand maybe. π
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Oh now I’ll read it from a new perspective π
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Good for you.
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Well described, Ivor
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Thank you Derrick
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I so felt the rain wash away tears and be part of the tears, I feel the depth of your love for her beautiful soul. May holds bittersweet memories for me too. But I want the memories, they are all I am left with and some are really precious. My favourite line of all is “Washing streets of thoughts down the drain”, I imagine people dropping thoughts as they walk and like rivulets of water they ease down to a larger body of water, evaporating and then becoming rain again, then absorbed as we breathe the air, recycled wishes and promises. I love rainy, gloomy days, I love sitting in the dark watching the clouds form, so this poem makes me very sentimental, not sad sentimental, but warm cosy sentimental. Thank you for the little mention, I am so honoured to be on the same page as this lovely poem.
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Thank you very much Gina, your interpretation is beautiful, and I’m happy you got that sentimental feel, basically I’m quite sentimental and very emotional and like you the memories are “here to stay”. and I liked my line “flooding the silence again”, that’s truly me when I’m sitting there watching the rain.
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powerful feeling in all the words Ivor, and that it has been raining here for 3 straight days has added to that sentimental vibe, not complaining, loving the moment. We would both be reminiscing, wine glass gripped tightly I imagine, two very sentimental fools! some people shy away from memories, I never think memories are bad or sad, they are there to make us feel human and give authenticity to a life that was lived joyfully, without which our time here becomes so meaningless. I am glad the rain whispered her song to you today.
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Yes Gina, our memories our own treasure trove’s of joy and cherished forever. and I think two sentimental souls…. and haven’t had a wine tonight, having one my headaches, but probably a night cap soon, before bed.
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then I wish you a good night’s rest Ivor, sleep well. hope the headache’s manageable, hugs.
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It’s very “pictural” if I can say so.
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Thank you, I like that “pictural”
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Rain and tears… both are cleansing. Words are also cleansing, helping us to make sense of our feelings, and your words are beautiful, too xx
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Thanks Jane, sitting there watching the rain does that to me. I’ve read your “Mirror Mirror” post, I thought your poem was brilliant. I wrote a comment, but my computer was playing up, and I think it chewed it up. I’m on my phone now. ππ―
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My computer got hungry last night and swallowed a comment I made.
In fact, it’s probably those naughty spam-bots. I’ll take a look in my spam folder and see if I can find it. When comments start disappearing it can cause problems.
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Yes it’s most especially after you’ve said something really nice, press post and it disappears, and of course you can’t remember darn word of the lovely post that you just wrote !! π
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Your poem and picture pair beautifully, Ivor. Definitely speaks to the gloominess of MY soul at times… Well done!
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Thanks Calen, watching the rain is good for the soul.
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So is hearing it. His nibs and I fall asleep to thunder sounds on our Alexa Echo every night. π
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I understand that sound, “Flooding the silence again”
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The healing rains….love it, Ivors
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Thanks Nandita, yes watching the rain does that to me ππ
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Ditto! β€
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How could it not? Is the picture from your world too? It has the appropriate amount of gloom attached to it.
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Yes It’s Little Malone St, a wine bars and restaurants precinct in the Geelong CBD, plenty of nice eateries, and it’s raining in May. π the end of our spring.
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Sometimes the rain just gets you that way.
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Rain can be depressing yes but also encouraging enough to dance in π
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Yes, I like the rain, and oh dear my poem wasn’t supposed to be depressing, I was trying to convey about my many heavy tear-drops that fall in May
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Youβre poem wasnβt depressing π
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It meets my approval, but I’m no lady π Out tears had much in common my friend.
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Thanks dear Walt.
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I love your poems cause they make a pretty good imagery in the readers’ mind…it’s such a pleasure to read π
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I’m happy you dropped by to read my poems, my words have been flowing nicely lately. π
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Sure thing π
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I hope Geelong’s rain is preparing for something gorgeous to sprout Ivor.
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Now immortalised never to be washed away (thoughts).
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Thanks Chris, yes, the rain soothes my thoughts π
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Rain rain go away come back another day! You need a brolley, maybe even a bowler hat, my man?
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Don’t worry, the sun’s out today, and a warm 27’C
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I was thinking over here too in our wintry Lake District…
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Love the “cleansing the stains” line here!
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Rain is for cleaning our souls…..Sunshine is for warming our hearts….
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