Frosted Glass

Frosted Glass  (Revised)

 

My courtyard window is frosted

From this morning’s piercing coldness

It’s a freezing winter’s day

The wind feels like razor blades

Even the venetian blinds, are shaking

With-holding none of the external arctic blast

 

A frozen sparrow lays on the sill

Ready to fall, on dirt, so icy

A meagre frigid offering

To the polar Snowlord

And I’m a blizzard’s open door

A captured statue, shivering to the core

Riveted, by my eternal music score

Leonard Cohen’s, Avalanche and more

 

Ivor Steven (c)  July 2019

 

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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.

49 thoughts on “Frosted Glass”

    1. A little poetic licence taken with lots of over-exaggeration, but I was feeling the cold, hehe, maybe the hangover shakes, from a big Saturday afternoon and evening at “My” Footy Club…..

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      1. That’s about 35.6 for fahrenheit according to the thing on the computer. Which is not extremely cold for us. It’s cold, but not quite freezing yet. So that’s pretty darn cold for where you are Ivor?

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      2. Sitting at my computer, wearing, my knitted beanie, winter jacket, other jumpers, tracksuit pants, woolie socks and ugh boots, definitely not a pretty “picture”.

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      1. That is one of the reasons why I write for sure 💕 That and my love for words and imaginary worlds. Also my friends and students are very eager to read what springs out of those overactive circuits of mine ^^

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  1. you have increased my love for the cold and snow with this poem, though I would have rushed out to catch that tiny bird. “the wind feels like razor blades” oh Ivor this was magnificent, micro poetry i love

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  2. A wonderful write, Ivor! A beautiful read! 🙂
    It’s so wonderful how you are in tune to your surroundings and can let your imagination help you write about your observations and feelings. Because of that, we who read them, can relate, too. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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