Thank you to Sue W of Nan’s Farm, << click here, she supplied the title and gave me the inspiration, to write this introverted poem of mine
I’m sorry for smouldering
Smouldering my ashes on your blue sky
I’m on a different kind of angle
Slightly leaning to the right
I used to always turn to the left
That’s when I knew the difference
Between right and wrong
Now, I’m just around the corner
Living on broken cobblestones
And old torn bed-sheets
I’m feeling incompetent in my sleep
Life-long dreams are incomplete
My time here is unwell and unfinished
Unfinished are my words for the future
They’re unwritten from far and near
And this ancient boat needs a good rudder
To steer me through these rough seas
Ivor Steven (c) 2018