Tower To Heaven

There was a raging storm last night, I struggled to sleep, I was in and out of my dreams, and during my semi-conscious times, I jotted down these lines.

I remember the day

Like it was yesterday

A cold morning, ten o’clock

I, a shadow in the paddock

Standing beside a giant pylon

I looked up to heaven

Straight up the tower

The tower of power

Crosses of galvanized iron

Shiny under the winter sun

Wind whistling through its huge steel web

Howling like hades walking dead

And demons screaming in my head

My spirit begun climbing the spire

Clambering higher and higher

Up the pyramid of life’s wires

Desperate, I grasp at my ultimate desire

A visionary mission before I die

To embrace a piece of my angels sky


To the amazing Leonard Cohen, I thank you for being the inspiration behind my writings, over and over your words and songs have soothed the depths of my soul, and again you’ve caressed my heart during my times of sorrow, bless you, up there in your tower of song.

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.

41 thoughts on “Tower To Heaven”

  1. A poem of power, Ivor.
    Since you like the Cohen,
    may I quote some Dylan?;

    God knows that when you see it,
    God knows you’ve got to weep,
    God knows the secrets of your heart,
    He’ll tell them to you when you’re asleep.

    God knows there’s a river,
    God knows how to make it flow,
    God knows you ain’t gonna be taking
    Nothing with you when you go.

    God knows there’s a purpose,
    God knows there’s a chance,
    God knows you can rise above the darkest hour
    Of any circumstance.

    God knows there’s a heaven,
    God knows it’s out of sight,
    God knows we can get all the way from here to there
    Even if we’ve got to walk a million miles by candlelight.

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  2. I think rain or shine, your writing is full of beautiful heartfelt words. But I did think that this one was one of your best, so perhaps a good storm is what helps trigger your most creative side. I know nature always seems to do that for me. πŸ˜‰

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    1. Haha, the stormy night or the poem xx Thanks Colleen, and I actually took the photo 7.30 this morning, and got the vibes going, which really help me finish off a few pieces I was struggling with in the poem..


  3. There was a raging storm last night
    Which urged The Poet Down Under write
    With Leonard Cohen playing in his head
    He penned some words together which must be read
    Followed by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
    Of his poetic lines we all take heed.

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  4. Fantabulous poem! I love this Leonard Cohen song. I shall share a true story with you that involves your mentor. I have been a lifelong insomniac and it was actually quite beneficial as a night nurse. I’ve always slept less than deemed healthy and wake frequently when I do sleep. This has not abated in retirement. When I wake up, I pick up a book and read until sleep returns or stay up reading all night. I have always been a voracious reader. The insomnia and reading are quite compatible. Several years ago, I was given the Stephen King novel “Insomnia” and the gifter wrote on the inside cover these words : “The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.” – Leonard Cohen. Thank-you!

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  5. So honest! I wonder how many of us have been there in our lives,allowing ourselves those few moments of pain and to consider how life might be without us here. I can identify with this, Ivor. As sad and revealing as it is, it’s excellent… ❀

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