A Purple Rock

I found a purple rock

Under the big purple clock

The purple rock was quietly listening

To the purple sounds of whispering

Hordes of purple voices reverberating

Within the purple shadows of distancing


Unexpectedly the purple rock began crumbling

Into a dusty purple mist, now malingering

And quickly the purple cloud started raining

Spreading purple over those outsiders witnessing

Eventually after years of purple transitioning

The purple bad-seeds flowered after reconditioning




Ivor Steven (c)  March 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 “A Purple Rock”

  1. Scary thought, this: “Eventually after years of purple transitioning

    The purple bad-seeds flowered after reconditioning”

    Love the purple throughout.

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      1. Well, I’m genuinely sorry that so many are consumed by fear. And I realize it’s a serious situation, but I choose to lean into the God of hope who still does miracles today.

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      1. Okay, thanks Ivor. Doing a lot of gardening. Now I have the time I’ll try to keep up with the blogs. It’s wrong to say this, with so much hanging over our heads, but I’m enjoying myself How about you? xxx

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      2. Definitely my time to do “our” thing… and I’m doing a few submissions, which I never had enough time before…. And my meals are actually starting to taste betterer !!

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  2. colours mean different things to people, I am always attracted to blue but purple features more in my life. if colour ruled the world, purple would be king, and your poem reads very dystopian to me, though you may have meant it otherwise. but I do love this different side of your writing, in the intangible words, I grasp the meaning of our existence.

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    1. Mauve/purple was our wedding colour …((Hugs))
      I’ve just read your article on Fred Rogers… and for I found it very moving(tissues again)… I clearly all of “our” many helpers over that 30 years, and my glorious helpers during these last 2 years (tears)…..💙💜🌏

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      1. Thank you, Ivor, for reading my post! 🙂
        Purple was our wedding color, too. Dresses for my attendants, flowers, decorations, cake, etc. 🙂
        Thank for being a helper to so many people in this life! Your words always help me!!!
        (((HUGS))) 🙂

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