Tit Bits #12

The sun shone between me and oblivion

Blinding my way to the horizon

I let my fading moon call on Poseidon

We bravely fought our wars

Now I’m an old soldier out of uniform

Love has wounded and scarred me

I’ve no battle hat for my head

Only an empty camp bed

The nights are cold

I do turn bold

No caresses to hold

Nor unfold

There’s always something to find

Out there in nothing

Appearing to be nothing

Out there waiting to be found

I’ll keep dancing to the beat

Happy I’m still on my feet

 

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.

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