Really Real

Really Real 

I’m hazily awakening, from my afternoon slumber

Hearing a summer thunderstorm pounding

Wet fat drops splattering the ground

Greening the fields of Bensalem

Eyes curiously opening, I’m drifting

Floating upon a mystical cloud

In a magical mist, where faeries live

Happily dancing and prancing above my head

Gently fluttering on the edges of my cosmo

Sprinkling my body with stardust, and blowing me kisses

And granting my real dreams, reality wishes

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

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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 18 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.

30 thoughts on “Really Real”

    1. Yes Laura, it’s definitely a sweet piece for me, written here at my cousins place, with input from my cousins family, sitting around the table where I was writing the poem, we all had a bit fun, and my lovely niece, came up the title “to Really Real”

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