The Sun Arose Again

There must be a number of silent masks around

Yesterday an old mask flew away at the speed of sound

From behind, the real pieces of what we perceive

Are leftover bones, bleached by sky and sea

Where the worn pebbles lingering in the hand

Fall gently upon lines drawn in the sand

And these new beginnings could be a heavenly gift

As white doves soar above the mourning cliffs


PerhapsΒ  the next awakening will be a peaceful one

Full of friendly compassion and wisdom

I’m lucky today, the sun arose again

To light up the hallway, despite the rain

I’ll be the first one to walk out the door

And the only one left here, to see her valour



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 “The Sun Arose Again”

  1. I’m grateful for every day the sun rises!
    I’m grateful for you, Ivor!
    I’m grateful for your poems!
    I’m grateful for your photos!
    I’m grateful for your amazing taste in music!
    You rise and shine like the warm bright life-giving sun and you make our days betterer! πŸ™‚
    (((HUGS))) ❀ πŸ™‚

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      1. Thank you Nanette you spoil me… I found this song for my poem for tomorrow( I like to post only one poem a day).. the poem is called “Shangri La”, and I found this lovely poignant tune by the ‘Kinks’, that I had not heard before….. the lyrics are perfect for my poem,… I’ll attach a preview for you..

        Shangri La

        I am not going crazy
        You might be crazier than me
        Because you’re reading about
        How to fly overseas
        I used to be the sanest
        Old man in town
        You could always find me
        On top of Mount Everest
        Now I’m locked away
        In between my two ears
        Playing one handed ping pong
        In between crowd-less cheers
        Listening to musical ding dong
        In between my poetry and beers

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