Time’s Awry

Last night I awoke in a pool of blood

Surviving Noah’s great flood

There was no bleeding horse head

It wasn’t a dream, I wasn’t dead

The nightlight died instead

A dark shadow engulfed my bed

Sheets of oozy dripping threads

A deep flowing red

From where, I do dread

Petrified, motionless I’m spread

 

The hole in my heart is dry

Fearful tears of crystal white I cry

My bloodshot eyes are weeping, time’s awry

Puddles of gore descend from the Boar’s sty

Visions of devils and angels pass my eyes

I’m not ready to say my goodbyes

Am I suddenly being nailed to the cross to die

Or is it, that cupids’ arrow in my thigh

 

Featured Image: The “You Yang” hills/mountains, just north of Geelong, for my dear friend Colleen of “Chatter Blog”

 

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.

40 thoughts on “Time’s Awry”

    1. Actually the night before I had a blood nose in my sleep and woke up to the mess, it was quite disturbing, and then last night I had this dream, and these are the words from my dream, obviously the blood nose incident must have affected me,

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    1. Thank you Kayla, Actually the night before I had a blood nose in my sleep and woke up to the mess, it was quite disturbing, and then last night I had this dream, and these are the words from my dream, obviously the blood nose incident must have affected me,

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  1. Okay, your “little” mountains are MUCH bigger than the “mountain” in my neck of the woods. I don’t know how they call it that. You Yangs. I love the sound of the name. Thank you for showing me. 🙂

    The poem is quite different Ivor. I like it. Though I don’t like night time (or any time) nose bleeds. It was twisty and ran from one line to the next with surprise but ease.

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  2. Poet Rummager Rose sent me. America to Geelong. Funny how blogging works. I’m in Mornington. Don’t think I’ve come across a Victorian blogger apart from one Melbourne photographer. I agree with all the comments about this piece being vivid and with a twist ending that was very satisfying.

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