Lights Above Bridges, by Ivor Steven

My poem “Lights Above Bridges” was selected by Red Wolf Journal for their up-coming 2022 Spring Edition Anthology, a sincere thank you to the editor Irene for accepting my poem.

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Ivor Steven (c) November 2021

Red Wolf Journal

Lights Above Bridges
by Ivor Steven

Bridges span our invisible years
And carry our many fallen tears
Crossing over old hidden fears

Bridges are burnt over time
Years turn to ashes in an instant
And time is our only constant

Beyond the longest bridges
Under the ocean’s deepest blue
And above nature’s darkest green
Love’s evolving hues renew
And Aurora lights are on debut

Ivor Steven was formerly an Industrial Chemist, then a Plumber, and has been writing for 20 years. He is a member of Geelong Writer Inc (Australia), a team member with the on-line blog-site ‘Go Dog Go Cafe (America), and is a writer for the Coffee House Writers Magazine (America).

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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.

29 thoughts on “Lights Above Bridges, by Ivor Steven”

      2. I’m always thrilled to get into a Anthology … sometimes I smile to myself and wonder why the editors pick the other poems, and not not the one you thought was your better piece … Here is the one I thought was my best piece out of the 4 I submitted …

        “Afloat”

        today I am going to build a better way
        I will open my doorway to more sunrays
        and walk the pathway to a shimmering bay

        I need to run away from her empty pearl tray
        visit downtown and watch a live play
        or hang-out in the alley outside the royal ballet
        just for appearances sake, I’ll shuffle and sway

        maybe the town-crier would let me stay
        even though I might look like an old stray
        standing alone under the memorial archway

        then without delay I jump on the tramway
        and head away to the shipping quay
        that have restored ocean liners on display
        where I shily sneak up the gangway
        waving my refugee pass for entry to the USA

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