Throwback Friday, Tea Leaf’s, by Ivor Steven

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Today’s poem is one that I have revised a couple of times, and this edition is from November 2019



Tea Leaf’s (Revised)




It’s early morn, time to break away

From last night’s, dream-time soiree

But first, I must make my bed

“Yes, just like Mum said”

Oh, I gratefully do remember

As I straighten the quilt cover

And I like to fluff-up my pillows

Ready for an evening’s bout with stupid cupid’s arrows





I’ve a long storage bedhead shelf

However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself

It’s always untidy and in disarray

And last nights scribbles are all on display

I gather up this multitude of loose words

The mess of my midnight songbirds

Snippets of my subconscious memories

Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams

And I begin to decode my jumbled site

Then emotionally, I start to rewrite

About the tea-leaf’s, floating on a calm sea

Forming love letters, from her to me





Ivor Steven (c)  Nov 2019

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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.

13 thoughts on “Throwback Friday, Tea Leaf’s, by Ivor Steven”

  1. A beautiful revision of an already wonderful poem…the word-pics are vivid, the flow is beautiful, the message sweet. A glimpse into a new day beginning and new poems forming…anxious to be born.
    Your muse is always shining. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PATS and RUBS to Sir Frankie! 🙂

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