Drifting Sand Dunes

Life continues to deal me arduous tests

Unyielding, believing I’ve tried my best

As the sands of time fall through my hands like dust

Leaving drifting dunes of insurmountable crests

 

There’s deepening exams of my souls treasure chest

Tearing at my broken hearts hidden pieces

Gnawing away at my inner fibre, a devils feast

Leaving my naked bones scarred by the beast

 

This stormy life of mine, challenges seem endless

Soaking rain and a raging tempest

Twisting my sinews and veins into a vortex

Leaving my inner demons anxiously wondering what’s next

 

Ivor Steven (c) Β 2018

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time 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 9 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 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.

56 thoughts on “Drifting Sand Dunes”

  1. Beautifully expressed introspection! While this is most definitely about yourself, it speaks the innermost truths of many. I can see myself in there too. Thank-you!

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    1. Thank you Ellen. and yes it’s about myself, but I do like to think that we all have our struggles in life and endure those inner demons we all have to some extent. I’m pleased you can relate to my words. I try to write in a way that everyone can understand my thoughts.

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    1. Hi Fransi, nice to hear from you, I hope your project is going well for you. Thank you for your lovely comment, and hopefully there’s a little piece in my poem for everyone, We all have our battles in one form or another.

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      1. Project going well thanks, but it is slow going. But I am happy with the result so far so I am not complaining. Yes, you’re right β€” no one escapes battle-free.

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      1. Yep, I’m nearly 67 and this week the plumber has been working very hard to earn a dollar, there’s no retiring for Ivor, if I want to keep partying in the log-cabin

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  2. bones wanting more or abruptly speaking to the bones saying no more……….the battle rages on and I can’t see the soldier in me…….. only once long ago……..when age hadn’t had a # and a bandaid was enough

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    1. I like that you could relate to my words, and we’ve all our battles. Yes those were the days when all we needed was a bandaid. Well said my friend.

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  3. I love the meter of this poem. It feels organic, beautifully reflecting your image of the seashore. I could almost hear the waves gently – but sadly – lapping against the sand.

    Here’s a consolation for you: Without our low moments, much of our best our poetry would not come into being.

    {{{hugs}}} xx

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      1. My water pipe has sprung a leak and the plumber didn’t show up today, so it’s a good thing for you that you’re not my neighbour, or I’d be knocking on your door, begging…

        I can do most things, but years ago, my ex brother-in-law was a plumber, so I didn’t bother to learn those skills.

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      2. I don’t know what they charge these days. My landlord foots those kind of bills.

        Fancy a holiday in the UK? I’ll recommend you, giving your hourly rate and explaining about the travel expenses, but I won’t mention that you live in Australia. By the time they get the invoice it will be too late to argue πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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  4. I can definitely relate to feeling like you’re getting unfairly hammered repeatedly by the hurricanes, especially the false hope of receding water that turns into the sudden surge. Thank goodness the sun comes out in between to dry the rain. ❀

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  5. you know there will be a rainbow after a storm Ivor, and I know you have seen many beautiful rainbows in your life, hold out for the next one, it’s there behind the clouds. sending you warm thoughts across the seas.

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    1. A lovely comment Gina, and I do love the rainbows. I suppose my words are a reaction to the very hard weeks I’ve had at work, and here I am nearly 67, and seemly no rest in sight. I’d like to travel, and I have to keep earning a dollar, my dreaming of retirement didn’t come true, so it’s back to harsh reality !!

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      1. Life is not ready to let you retire looks like it Ivor! People need you and when we work hard we will also have the opportunity to play hard. Hope that makes sense. When I work at my job I look forward to the vacations I will be able to take, it’s all about perspective I suppose and realigning our dreams, they can get altered along the way but not disappear. you are fit and strong and use your talents to bless others so at a very young 67 be proud of what you can still offer the world, from your trade and craft. Have a lovely rest of the week Ivor.

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      2. Oh dear Gina, you are wonderful medicine for my soul, I could put you in my pocket and take you to work with me, and you could keep geeing me up to get the job done.!! I hope your work load is easing off, be good to yourself and have a nice couple of days and a lovely weekend.

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      3. I might be a slave driver! hahaha! works is easing off a little bit and I have had more time to read and write. will be travelling again soon and looking forward to that too. thank you for your lovely blessings too Ivor.

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    1. Thank you Ortensia, I always do hope my words reach out to others, and maybe they’re of some comfort to them, to know we all have our own struggles, and that they’re not alone in their thoughts.

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  6. When that devil feasts on our insides it can be nearly unbearable.

    The unseen battles that rage aren’t always known to others and can be the worst we face. Your words are swords of this internal battle. You are well armed.

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  7. So glad I stopped by tonight. Was just writing about the mauling of this beast with Providence, and to my therapist, who thinks perhaps I need to personify it in order to vanquish or maybe tame it. Anyway, just wanted to thank you for sharing from this place that is difficult to shine a light into, the place from where the beast stares back at us. The imagery of sand and sinew and the flow of your words captured me. β™₯.

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    1. Oh thank you Niki, I’m so pleased my words reached out to you. 😊 We all have our struggles, and it’s all about how we can cope with the beast and live a comfortable life. Wishing good luck and health,… Cheers avagood weekend.

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