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.
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28 thoughts on “A Midday Mirage”
Your imagination seems to continue working even during those midday naps. Nice dream, Ivor. 🙂
Wow! My neck of the woods has had a cold and foggy week at -2° some days, but today it is much milder and has actually reached 6°. I can live with this temperature. 🙂
-2° is not too bad, central heating indoors plus my kitchen log burner, and dressing in a warm coat and gloves when I go outside. I can’t handle icy underfoot though.
It’s far colder in Canada, right now where Gerry lives it’s -6° but last week it was -14° and it will get far colder before winter is over.
10.00 pm, now, and time for to go to sleep, still 38’C, looks like I’m in for a hot night and I’ll have to leave the air-con on, wow… I’m still getting tired very early, but I’m gradually improving, 💙🌏🎄
Thank you Sue, there is night cricket on the TV, but I can’t keep my eyes open, maybe I will get a good sleep…. Thank you Sue, I so appreciate your support, even though I am hardly blogging. 💙🌏
Just beatiful Ivor. I was reading in Stephanie Dowrick’s book on Rilke today that the best poetry comes out of day or waking dreams and this one tinged with the memories and love for Carol just shines like a diamond. ❤
Beautiful poetry I love the way you slip into dreams of your wife and how she was so graceful in enduring the MS. When life seems tough for you she slides into your focus to remind you to allow the Grace come through. The video was very poignant let go of all the commercial rubbish it takes us nowhere, paper-pushing produces nothing. We need reality, survival, sustance. We cannot eat procedures and protocols. Wishing you a Blessed Christmas and Happy Successful New Year, filled with more wonderous poems for us.
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Your imagination seems to continue working even during those midday naps. Nice dream, Ivor. 🙂
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Thank you dear Sue, in between the heat of the day.. wow,.. 45’C was hot…
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Oh, my goodness, that is very very hot!
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Nearly 8.00pm here and it’s still 43’C 💙🌏🎄
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Wow! My neck of the woods has had a cold and foggy week at -2° some days, but today it is much milder and has actually reached 6°. I can live with this temperature. 🙂
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I couldn’t live in – 2′ … but today has been unusually hot…. especially for December, I think our December record has been passed….
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-2° is not too bad, central heating indoors plus my kitchen log burner, and dressing in a warm coat and gloves when I go outside. I can’t handle icy underfoot though.
It’s far colder in Canada, right now where Gerry lives it’s -6° but last week it was -14° and it will get far colder before winter is over.
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10.00 pm, now, and time for to go to sleep, still 38’C, looks like I’m in for a hot night and I’ll have to leave the air-con on, wow… I’m still getting tired very early, but I’m gradually improving, 💙🌏🎄
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Hope you have a comfortable night, sleep well Ivor 🙂
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Thank you Sue, there is night cricket on the TV, but I can’t keep my eyes open, maybe I will get a good sleep…. Thank you Sue, I so appreciate your support, even though I am hardly blogging. 💙🌏
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Just beatiful Ivor. I was reading in Stephanie Dowrick’s book on Rilke today that the best poetry comes out of day or waking dreams and this one tinged with the memories and love for Carol just shines like a diamond. ❤
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Thank you dear Deb, Poetry is definitely good for the soul, 💙🌏
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Would be ever so lost without it.
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Beautiful poetry I love the way you slip into dreams of your wife and how she was so graceful in enduring the MS. When life seems tough for you she slides into your focus to remind you to allow the Grace come through. The video was very poignant let go of all the commercial rubbish it takes us nowhere, paper-pushing produces nothing. We need reality, survival, sustance. We cannot eat procedures and protocols. Wishing you a Blessed Christmas and Happy Successful New Year, filled with more wonderous poems for us.
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Haha, my girl is wondrous influence on my life, her personality made into a better man. 💙🌏🎄
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You allow her to keep shining through. I Light within your soul.
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Memorable dreaming
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She visits you still. ❤
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Yes 😊 often… 💙🌏😇😇
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Your love for your wife is beautiful and its heartwarming to see her presence in your memories, dreams and life 🙂
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Raw emotion, Ivor.
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Aw, true love lives on
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Beautiful Ivor.
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Thank you for commenting and reading, and I’ve just redone the last 2 lines, l think it’s a better finale….
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Happy to read and comment; I think the ending is quite good. A note of the beauty of imperfection.
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Yes, that is what I trying convey 💙🌏
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Well done!
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That temp be too warm! 😮 Shall we say hot! 😮
Beautiful, vivid-image poem, Ivor!
Her sparkle and shine is warmth in good, comforting, happy ways! 🙂
HUGS!!! 🙂
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