Down Along The River Bed

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 18. Posted by in Blogging

If you could, what parts of yourself would you throw out?


I arose from the dead

Uncovering pieces of me, I dread

Old body parts I must shred

Blobs of fatty tissue to shed

Sinkers of lead inside my head

Drag me down along the river bed


A stainless steel ankle plate

More than an arthritic ache

Pins and needles spike my heal

Soon I’ll need pump-up wheels


My unrepaired tear ducts

Flowing cascades

Pour over etched eye facets

Like flooded Everglades


Black-metal lays upon my soul

Eclipsing my deepest goals

Darkened shrapnel shards

Deal me unforeseen tarot cards


There’s a hole in my heart

Where a silver coated bullet

Fired from an empty pulpit

Ripped my senses apart


If I throw out the truth

What remains of myself

I might as well be dead

Only words left inside my head


Ivor Steven (c)  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.

51 thoughts on “Down Along The River Bed”

    1. Btw, Ivor… Please don’t feel like you have to push yourself to do these. Sometimes the prompts just don’t connect or we’re not ready for them. This is supposed to be fun. So don’t get bogged down in them, ok? {{{Ivor}}}

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  1. I believe that you have turned yourself inside out displaying everything lying beneath the surface to write this poem. The words that remain are well worth sharing. Thank-you!

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    1. Yes Ellen, my words were a dig into myself, but in the end I decided not to throw any of myself out. I’m not sure about these self analysis prompts, when I start digging, I seem to keep delving, but overall I think therapeutically I derive some benefits, 😊☺️


  2. Gordon Bennett! – that’s an English way of saying ” For goodness sake ” – you say you couldn’t get to grips with this challenge… and then you come up with this brilliant (but heartrending) piece! Seriously, I can see why you struggled with it. I expect it makes you feel vulnerable to post these truths.

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