Knots On Blue Paper Lines

Eyelids are heavy and tired

Overcome by the dazzle of razzle

My heart lays here empty

Softly yearning inside my chest


This mind of mine, feels worn and torn

Time is tick-tocking, constantly chiming

Ringing, between today and tomorrow

While the poets pen is scrawling

Knots on blue paper lines

Hanging them out, to dry and die


My arms are slowly fluttering

Searching for yesterday’s wings

As I continue to walk my journey

With this rusty and ageing limp


The lyrics of the ‘Airbourne Toxic Event’s’, song below, I think are profoundly outstanding, and well worth reading as you listening to the tune..




Ivor Steven (c)Β  August 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.

25 thoughts on “Knots On Blue Paper Lines”

  1. Vivid images! Deep emotions!
    You touch our hearts, Ivor! Thank you!
    Keep feeling her love! Let her love untie all the knots you feel! Let it bring healing, fullness, joy, rest, rejuvenation…to your heart, mind, body, and soul! Keep moving forward! πŸ™‚
    “It’s (always) better to love!” That song is THE perfect pairing with your poem!

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    1. I’ve just finished reading it here at my open mic night, πŸ€—yeah πŸ€—πŸ‘πŸ‘ The was received very, and I got the chance to 3 other poems as well, the younger seemed a bit shy about getting on stage πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸŽ€

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    1. Thank you Claudia, it was one of the poems I read out at the Open Mic evening tonight, and I was fortunate enough to recite 3 more poems. The young poets were shy about getting on stage early on. πŸŽ€πŸ˜‚πŸ˜Š


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