Clear Blue Jar

 

Laying here looking above. 

Staring toward the sky. 

Wondering why, 

Why is our sky blue. 

How do we perceive hue’s 

And why say “feeling blue”, 

When it’s not true. 

The blue I see, 

Is no-one’s fool. 

So why fool with me. 

Seeing every new face, 

Has your forever smile. 

Yours on every dial, 

Like yesterdays last mile. 

Doing your time in style. 

Smiling faces, new and old alike. 

Beaming, even from afar. 

Like your sparkling star.

Smiling at my new life. 

My life in a clear blue jar. 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

Featured Image:  This mornings clear blue sky, using a Samsung Galaxy S5.

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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.

53 thoughts on “Clear Blue Jar”

  1. blue is such a bipolar colour, it can be cold and unfriendly one moment then warm and welcoming the next. I was especially touched by seeing your forever smile on every new face, that spoke volumes. Love the photo of the clear blue sky.

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  2. Her smile will live forever in your heart my friend. It will warm you, caress you, keep you young and she will always be with you. You will see her smile in the stars, in the face of a child, and her reflection in the mirror. People will see her smile through you ☺💛

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  3. Ivor, you’re an angel. You’ve put a massive smile across my face. It looks something like this >>> 😀
    This lovely poem reminds me of lazy summer days in my childhood, when I looked up at the sky, and fluffy clouds arranged themselves into the shapes of animals. It felt like they’d put on their show just for me.

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    1. Yes I remember those days, laying down on the ground looking to skies, Funny here I was re-enacting my childhood just the other day, and funny thing, my thoughts and questions haven’t changed that much. I’m still a dreamer Jane. x

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      1. My waking dreams come in short bursts, while I’m looking at the night sky, between writing poetry and sending messages. I never rest except when I’m in bed. Even when I have a visitor I’m restless, wanting to get back to my computer… and connect with friends who understand me – friends who write.

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  4. You know, my friend, I just went through and read all the comments and all your answers and liked every one of them. It seems others have caught your spirit, your soul, and your dreams. I have too. And they are all so similar. As soon as it gets warm I’ll go outside at night and look at the stars and look for your lady’s star.

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    1. Thank you ❤️ so much for reading all those remarkable comments Claudia, and I especially adore your wondrous comment. You’ll spot her star easily, the one with the “everlasting smile”

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