Unsteady Quill

Below an overcast sky

A crack appears in my cloud of guilt

This widening chasm darkened

Distorting the edges of distant memories


A dear friend, passed away, last week

I didn’t get to say goodbye

His funeral, was private

And I need to send a condolence card


For these seven days of my life

The card has stayed on my table

I’m trying to write to his bereaved wife

But my hand’s unsteady and not able


I’m yet to put pen to card

I’m yet to allow myself to cry hard

I’m yet to push myself to go an extra yard

Now, I must get my head out of these clouds

Lift my quill, for a mate, who was brave and proud


Ivor Steven (c)Β  Jan 2020



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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.

35 thoughts on “Unsteady Quill”

      1. Being unable to say goodbye and pay your respects must be disappointing. Perhaps there may be a later memorial service, it sometimes happens after private funerals.

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      2. I missed your good night message, I was at my Sunday poetry group this morning. And now I’m the beautiful Geelong foreshore on our Corio Bay, having a picnic lunch I had prepared for myself.. Catch you later 🌏😊


      3. Thank you Sue, wow… I’ve just had a ‘nanna-nap’, it’s been a long day for me, and I did lots walking down at our wonderful foreshore area here, at the “City By The Bay”
        Unusual is good prompt Sue, gives me plenty scope. And actually the poem I drafted at the foreshore, and the pic’s I took today, will be perfect…
        I might not finish tonight, I’ve worn myself out today, but it’s the “making”. πŸ’™πŸŒπŸ™ƒπŸ˜Œ

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      4. That sounds really lovely. I’m just doing boring stuff such as cleaning kitchen cupboard doors while I still have Sunday morning energy, but like you I could easily take a nap later! Rest well, Ivor.

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      1. I know you will. You’re a good person with a kind and thoughtful heart. Grief though is tough, and I’m sure the issue of the private funeral three you for a loop, too. Thoughts and prayers for you.

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  1. I am so very sorry to hear about this great loss in your life of a dear friend. 😦
    Share your card and words when you can. They will be accepted, and appreciated, when they arrive.
    I know from personal experience that those words are even more needed weeks after the death. Everyone else has gone back to life and when those precious words arrive, they are a life-line in the pain and grief.
    You know too well the pain of a great loss…death of a spouse…so your words from your heart will be a great comfort to all who need comforting. Your words are valuable and important.
    And when you need to…let yourself cry and mourn.
    (((HUGS))) ❀

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