Grindstone Potion

From before the start

You ripped out my heart

And splintered my bones

With your sharpest stones

You laugh and mock

I’m pieces of crushed rock

 

Waiting at every station

You left me in slow motion

With beach-sand in my pocket

I’m holding an empty locket

Cast adrift in the ocean

I’m free of your grindstone potion

 

Ivor Steven (c)  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.

51 thoughts on “Grindstone Potion”

  1. sorry for being left at the station, just like Paddington bear except he had honey and you sand. you’ll find a place of refuge Ivor, one day, it will happen, keep hope alive ok, i tell myself this everyday. but this poem was awesome, raw and precise.

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    1. Thank you Gina, I like your reference to Paddington Bear, and I’m pleased you felt that keen edged rawness in my poem. I was trying to create a sharpness to my words/feelings.

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      1. oh he’s my favourite bear, wise and so laid back, i would love him as my travel companion, no plans just go with the flow, and always loving his family first. yes the writing was significantly sharp and precise

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      2. it does and it sounds like so much fun and adventure about to happen! thank you Ivor, you always lift my spirits, I am dreaming of honey sandwiches and floppy hats and train tickets now.

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    1. As you know I write about where my feelings are at, in the moment, with snippets from my previous nights dreams. Thank you for reading, I always appreciate your comments.

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      1. Haha, It’s me calling my cuddly dragon a monster in my dreams, my dreams do upset my dragon, and I’m far too restless for my Dragons liking…..

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    1. Yes I think so, I do have such vivid dreams, but I tend not to worry about them, I’ve just got this ability to write about them. and they hold pieces of truth, and images of fantasy.

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      1. I think your dreams are part of your writing tools. I have friends who know they dream but cannot ever remember their dreams. I think it’s wonderful you dream so vividly and use it as an energy.

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  2. Way late, but going backwards takes time. This is one of your better poems, Ivor. Maybe because it speaks of a universal pain instead of a personal one, if you know what I mean. Even though I’m sure its personal. I think that’s the hard part of poetry — to have it be about you but not sound like it’s about you.

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    1. Well observed Claudia, yes I had to edit a few times to get that universal feel to it, and it’s not that easy for me as I tend to mostly write in the first person.. xx

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