I Await Another Night


A cold frosty morning accompanies me in bed

I’m shaking and anxious about the day ahead

A day in May, when emptiness is a void I dread

The cool stillness and loneliness is surreal

The passageway to my light is dark and hard to feel

If only I knew that light at the end of the tunnel was real

In a dream of fading light, dawn disappears out of sight

And today’s trivial realities await another night





Ivor Steven (c) May 2021

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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.

28 thoughts on “I Await Another Night”

  1. Oh Ivor I’m so sorry for my comment about Spring on your previous poem. It is Autumn where you are, and sometimes I’m so stupid. I did not mean to be insensitive πŸ™

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    1. Oh ..the photo… one from two and a half years ago … when I was in my hospital isolation room … and my poem is a combination of thoughts from the last few days… I finished my pot plant stand tonight… looks great … ((Hugs))

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      1. Oh, good! I was worried you might be in the hospital right now! Whew!
        YAY for your pot plant stand! I bet it IS great! I look forward to seeing photos of it! πŸ™‚

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  2. Loneliness is never chased away, out of our lives, so, we need to, come up with working ways, to cope, to coexist in peace with it, and until we are, able to accomplish this, we will, never be, comfortable, with, lonely.

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    1. I was having mixed emotions and thoughts tis week, so I write them down, and words I put into a poem seem to clear my head … and then off into the garden I go … πŸ˜€πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Ž

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