Gazing At The Amazing

 

Gazing At The Amazing

 

Thor startles me out of slumber

And I’m sheltering under my verandah

Sitting here naked as the day I was born

Gazing at the amazing weeping dawn

Crying a bucket full of raindrops

Spreading sparkles with every  wet plop

On the roof I hear a cascade from above

Big puddles are shimmering like leather gloves

Growing into a groundswell of high humidity

Soaking my body in sweaty liquidity

Then softly a caressing breeze cools my skin

While the courtyard garden’s sprouting wings

Nature’s evidence of the night’s heavy rain

And the heaven’s are opening up again

 

 

Ivor Steven  (c)  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.

52 thoughts on “Gazing At The Amazing”

      2. Oh, it was still very warm this morning… 25’C…. so I wasn’t that brave…. and I’m often scantly clad in my courtyard…. which is totally private…. except for a spying drone….!!

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  5. Be free, Ivor, be free! 🙂 Sometimes we just gotta’ let it all hang out! 🙂 And when human-beans wear their birthday suits they are most comfortable! 🙂

    Yay for rain! 🙂

    Your beautiful, peaceful verandah looks like the perfect place to rest, write, breathe.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Yes it’s my private place to be creative and honest… the surroundings are my own creation, it’s my spiritual home where I am in connection with the souls of the ones who are waiting for me….. 💙🌏😏🤗

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    1. Not so brave Nanette, my courtyard is my castle, it’s very private. The whole process was to immerse myself in the conditions/surroundings of the morning and soak up the emotions I was feeling. I think my poem captured the event well 💙🌏😅

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      2. Thank you Nanette, and here it is 10.50am and I’ve just woken up…. sometimes I become so tired….. after being so emotionally drained…. so much of soul goes into my writings, my spirit and energy levels need a rest and a recharge….. this is one such day…. 💙🌏🤗😌

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    1. My courtyard is my castle, and my connection with the occasions conditions, helped me create a true feeling for the glorious event of “rain” ☔💙🌏☁️😅

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