Broken Sails

 

Broken Sails

 

Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale

Ripped through my leafy sail

And tore my oldest branch down

Crashing onto the ground

 

Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred

A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred

Mother, will dry my weeping tears

And I’ll recover to live another thirty years

 

Fatefully, my debris fell safely

All my owners guests escaped injury

And I left their ship damage free

Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea

Then rest under the shade of me

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 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.

19 thoughts on “Broken Sails”

    1. Although it’s a lot calmer today Deb….. I must have a quick lunch, then to my writers/poetry group this afternoon, and this evening I’ve my monthly recital night at lowercase poetry… so I’m in for a busy day… ((Hugs))

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