A Writers Aviary

A cold winters morn

Another new dawn

I’m refreshed, I’m alive

I roll myself over

Onto my tummy

Elbows on my pillow

The curtains are open

Gazing out the window

Through the leaves and red flowers

Of my Jazzi Bougainvillea

My courtyard’s looking homely

A havens scenery

My forest fernery

Full of natures greenery

I’m feeling cosy and dreamy

Comfy in my writers aviary


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.

21 thoughts on “A Writers Aviary”

  1. such a special place to be, I can see it’s inspiring you already. I want to find a special place like this. Especially the cosy and dreamy part. My room is as close as I can get to cosy, it has l my books, a Christmas tree all year round and a place I can hide away. Beautifully written poem, full of contentment with the things money cannot buy.

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