I, Can Breathe

“The language of friendship is not words but meanings”  … Henry David Thoreau

I, Can Breathe


I don’t own much

I don’t owe much

I share what I have

I have hope and love……


Oh, we, the drowned

We, the broken

We, the leftover pieces

We, hoping for peace


I see their choices

I hear their voices

I am defiant

I, cannot be a tyrant

I, cannot be violent

I, cannot be silent



Ivor Steven (c)  June 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.

59 thoughts on “I, Can Breathe”

      1. Oh my! I don’t always leave a comment–difficult to get around to everyone’s blog–but your poetry is rich with emotion…I’d say it “oozes” 🙂

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    1. I’m not sure how it happens….. I suppose my life is not complicated….. I don’t have a big eloquent vocabulary….. most of my poems are reasonably short because I tire quickly….. I know what I want to say…… and my poetry and writing groups have taught me the value of being concise in my poem presentations….


      1. I think that’s an important part of good writing. Knowing what you want to say and having control over the words. I find I often have too many, or I say the same thing 10 different ways. It’s a learning process, one I get frustrated about but really enjoy. I know
        you are still learning, too. Isn’t it wonderful? Let’s never stop!

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  1. Lovely sentiments, Ivor! And so appropriate for what is going on in our world – the pandemic of COVID-19 that affects our breathing as well as the pandemic of racism that is in every breath we take. Your middle stanza resonates with me so much – we, the broken…we, hoping for peace…so much truth in your words! ❤️

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