Tunnel Echos

I’m lying here on the floor, prone again

Pining in vain

Listening to Leonard’s ballads again

Flooding my soul in rain

There’s happy dreams

And shattered dreams

All flying by

Passing under yesterday’s indoor sky

Here today, where’s tomorrow

Drifting through clouds of sorrow

 

My tunnel visions are echoing

Like rusty train wheels, loudly resonating

I’m my old verandah door, swinging

Badly hinged, my feelings are hanging

Knowing I’m a lonely alien widower

Untouchable, like a Hindu follower

Caresses by wandering hands, shunned and cropped

Wondering why my foreign heart suddenly stopped.

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 “Tunnel Echos”

  1. A wonderful sharing of painting, poem, and song, Ivor!
    (Did you do the painting?)
    Leonard Cohen has long been a favorite of mine, too!
    Your poem is filled with emotion AND vivid word-pictures. I know when a poet writes they lay heart and soul bare…and it can be painful. But, you do it so well, and so many of us can relate to what you share.
    I feel my poems share so many deeply personal things about me, so sometimes I am not brave enough to post them. πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS)))

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    1. Thanks Carolyn, yes the painting is one of mine. And yes I throw my heart and soul into my words, and leave nothing behind, and as long as I’ve got tissues beside me, I’m ok, in these emotional ones I usually cry while I am writing, but wow do I feel good about what I’ve written. 😊 😊 ❀️ πŸ’•

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    1. Sometimes I get nostalgic, and I reminisces, but I always feel better/good for sharing my inner most emotions, it seems quite a nice cleansing process, although I might cry a bit while I’m writing these sort of, from the heart poems, they’re always honest insights into my soul.

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    1. I seem to adding a song to all my poems these days, maybe the music’s distracting from my poems, I’m not sure, but I do like the presentation of poem, and music, and a photo. Oh, the painting is one I did years ago, and I’ve managed to keep it.

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  2. Pouring your emotions into words again and as lovely as ever. πŸ™‚
    I’m giving up on Leonard for the time being, as much as I love him, there are times when I just don’t need more melancholy.

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      1. I’m sure there will always be those who don’t understand what we’ve been through and tire of reading about it. But heck, we can’t please everyone my friend. I wouldn’t worry about it. If it helps you to write about it, then do it. Remember, you and I write for ourselves, not to please others, or to get likes, comments and followers. Do what’s best for you Ivor. ☺

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