Standing Upright

Hello dear readers, I’ve been writing this poem over the last three days, and I was struggling to obtained any rhythm between thoughts and words, and then I saw a wondrous photo on Derrick Knight’s blog/website this morning, (which is my ‘Featured Image’ above), and his photo of the glorious old oak tree, immediately channelled my thoughts, into that of strength and resilience, and from there, my Title was formed, and my words started to become a more cohesive piece of poetry…. Thank you Derrick, for allowing me to use this beautiful and impressive photo, with my humble little poem.

Standing Upright

My heart’s bruised from bygone blood-stones

Threaded together by the spirits of old bones

And they’re resting within my ageing body’s soft clay

But I’m leaking, soulful droplets on sunny days

The world’s foul winds are blowing me off my feet

When I’m wobbling down cold and dusty streets

Then a modern medicine-man came with his young tribe

Re-tuning my rusty pieces, with rhythmical vibes

And they declared my cello strings, to be plucky enough

To handle tomorrow’s mystery masks and travellers handcuffs

Ivor Steven (c) August 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.

39 thoughts on “Standing Upright”

  1. Love Derrick’s beautiful oak tree photo! And love your poem that the photo inspired…your poem is heart-touching and soul-touching! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    We can learn a lot from trees. They are given some harsh things to deal with and their goal is to keep standing, and keep growing, for as long as they can. πŸ™‚

    I’m thinking of an old story about a little boy whose mother keeps insisting he sit down in his chair. When he FINALLY unlocks his knees and plops into the seat, his glare tells the real story…which he eventually declares, β€œI may be sitting down on the outside…but I’m still standing up on the inside!”

    So when life throws harshness our way…wants to knock us down off our feet, etc…we can focus on standing (especially keep standing on the inside! πŸ˜‰ ) !!! πŸ˜€
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you Carolyn for all your lovely words, yes I’m still standing.. I’m ageing tree, but my feet are well anchored, and my old bones are being well looked after, so I’ll keep playing my tunes for a long time to come…

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    1. That wonderful old oak tree, will certainly be around for many more years to come… and there is the story of my poem, and many more poems to come,… and the grand old tree will be there, long after my poems are finished

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