Fruit Juice Processor And Frozen Dreams


Wishing them to come true

Realising our visions

And watching them perish too

I’ve been told, “Life is a Process”

Like in a fruit juice processor


Peeled, sliced and diced

Thrown into the mixer


Filling a Tupperware container

Tagged and dated

Placed neatly into the freezer


Like in a blue Tardis fridge

Duly forgotten, frozen in time


The freezer suddenly dies

A clean-out is required

Puree dreams gone rotten

Thrown-out into the garbage bin

Afterwards trucked to the rubbish tip.


Dead and buried

Covered in yesterdays mildew mud

A slushy natural fertiliser

Hereafter regenerating our muses

Sprouting like magic mushrooms

Feeding the new brides and grooms


Ivor Steven (c) Β 2018



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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.

33 thoughts on “Fruit Juice Processor And Frozen Dreams”

  1. this was just so delicious to read Ivor. I love the recycling of dreams, like energy it can never be destroyed it seems, it may fade or get diluted but as you write it it can be regenerated. Love all the words that are like a spiral of hope. you make the words come alive!

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    1. I thought it was just going to be a puree, but I felt sorry for all the brides and grooms without there dreams, so I had to magically regenerate some dreams


  2. Your wondrous mind is a whirlwind of winsome whimsicality, a whooshing waterwheel of wise words, a warm wind of whirling wanderings… will somebody please shut me up – three posts today, and now I’m getting carried away with me comments πŸ˜‰ πŸ™‚
    Let’s make it simple, Ivor; I love this poem, and the imaginative mind that lies behind it.

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  3. How wonderful that you turned your comment into a poem. I LOVE it! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ I didn’t date my freezer stuff so I can keep it forever, right? It might not be fit to eat, but then half of it I’m not fit enough to do anymore, either! LOL

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