My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn(Revised)

This midweek’s challenge was meant to be the word Narrow, but someone beat us to the post, so we’ve gone with the opposite and used the word BROAD!  Please go over and visit the “Weekly Prompts” fabulous site by clicking >>Here.  Below, my unusual and overly broad poem, has both ‘narrow’ and ‘broad’ within the contentious meaning of my poem…..


My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn


I saw a broad sign, painted by His hand

the words, I did not understand

I thought why? Put another brick in wall

ascending the crooked ladder, too afraid to fall

there I stood alone, and stared

above the galaxy’s glare

my retinas were burning

last night’s moon had fallen

beyond the broad blue dawn

and my neighbour wasn’t mowing his lawn

I then saw in our narrowing crevasse

the universe, in a blade of grass



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.

21 thoughts on “My Neighbour Wasn’t Mowing His Lawn(Revised)”

  1. reminds me of the neighbour in a sitcom called Home Improvement, he was always peering across the wooden fence to check on his neighbours. i do love your mystical last two lines, in a blade of grass, a universe, I wanted to be Alice and take your hand and say “let’s go! now!” – i love this poem for so many reasons!

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    1. Thank you Gina, this might be my 3rd go at rewriting the poem. I was having myriad of thoughts through the layers here….. a mixture of doom and gloom with those hints of hope…
      I’m still ascending….
      the dawn is broad and blue….
      and we are merely a blade of grass, in this ever changing universe…. 💙🌏

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  2. I do like the contrast – trying to find answers in the broad galaxy when all he needed to do was to narrow in on a blade of grass. Sometimes the meaning of life whispers instead of shouts. Maybe the neighbor has already discovered this – hence letting his lawn grow?

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    1. I love your interpretation Irma, very close to what I was trying to express….. despite all the doom and gloom in our world, we are but a blade of grass in the universe….. and we are yet to ascend the ladder into the infinite beyond our dreams……

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  3. A most interesting poem, Ivor.
    You’ve reminded me of a favourite
    Dylan song of mine;

    In the time of my confession,
    in the hour of my deepest need
    When the pool of tears beneath my feet
    floods every newborn seed
    There’s a dying voice within me
    reaching out somewhere
    Toiling in the danger
    and the morals of despair
    Don’t have the inclination
    to look back on any mistake
    Like Cain, I now behold this chain
    of events that I must break
    In the fury of the moment
    I can see the master’s hand
    In every leaf that trembles,
    in every grain of sand
    Oh, the flowers of indulgence
    and the weeds of yesteryear
    Like criminals, they have choked the
    breath of conscience and good cheer
    The sun beams down upon the steps
    of time to light the way
    To ease the pain of idleness
    and the memory of decay
    I gaze into the doorway
    of temptation’s angry flame
    And every time I pass that way
    I’ll always hear my name
    Then onward in my journey
    I come to understand
    That every hair is numbered
    like every grain of sand
    I have gone from rags to riches
    in the sorrow of the night
    In the violence of a summer’s dream,
    in the chill of a wintry light
    In the bitter dance of loneliness
    fading into space
    In the broken mirror of innocence
    on each forgotten face
    I hear the ancient footsteps
    like the motion of the sea
    Sometimes I turn,
    there’s someone there,
    other times it’s only me
    I am hanging in the balance
    of the reality of man
    Like every sparrow falling,
    like every grain of sand
    ~ Bob Dylan

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  4. Sometimes the most important things in life…like the mysteries of life, etc., are found in the most unexpected places…sometimes in the tiniest of things. 🙂
    I feel we human-beans are so small in comparison with the universe, the sky, the ocean, the land, etc…and we should be so grateful to be here to see and experience it all. 🙂
    GREAT poem, Ivor! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. I’m so pleased you understand the significance of my words Carolyn, ‘we are but a blade of grass ‘… I’m still ascending the ladder,…. the broad blue dawn is still rising… and we are all still here… 💙🌏🤗

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      1. Yes!!! 🙂
        I feel this way in so many places, and times…just one example, when Coop and I take a late night or early morning walk…I stare at the vast sky, the millions of stars, the amazing moon…and I say “Thank you for letting me be a small part of all of this wonder!” 🙂

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