Ripened Fruit

I’m climbing a ladder in my suit

to pick the ripened fruit

stretching high and askew

I’ve been told not too

step off the the ground

and stay here, earthly bound

but how else am I to fly

and reach my star in the sky


a lady told me I was wise

but my wisdom is only a disguise

hiding my old wounds and bruises

from my ripened fruits fallen excuses



Ivor Steven (c)Β  April 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.

31 thoughts on “Ripened Fruit”

    1. Yeah… I’ve always been a climber….. mum would always be yelling at me… “get down out of that tree Ivor”…. we hard a a big backyard, and some beautiful trees to climb !! πŸ˜€πŸπŸ•πŸŒ

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