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.
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31 thoughts on “From the North (a Tanka)”
Let the cool breeze
Pass over swiftly
On the frozen bones of Alma
Alma the Egyptian lady
Who came to sing to died
Let the winter breeze
Take away every tear drop she made
Calm her sorrows
And take away the heat of summer
She felt.
Let the cool breeze of winter
Pass over our ancestors bones
Who lie in the gaze of the field
In the scorching sun
Let the cold smite the burning fire
That keeps razing these bones
That the dead may rest rest in peace
Let the cool breeze wipe their tears
From the face of the earth,
The cries they made in their search
And fetch for this country
From the hands of the blues
Let the weary find piece
And the young sing indoors
While sitting at the hearth
Let winter come
And pass.
Thanks Cindy .. i’d just been chatting to my Canadian cousin from Alberta, and about my fond memories of her Dad (my uncle Dick Meyer).. and afterwards I wrote these words …
The images and emotions in your poem are so vivid! And with the photo and music…a powerful trio!
Winter’s cold can be very dramatic and gets it’s point across. π
(((HUGS))) π
Thanks Mich .. a piece about remembering my Uncle ‘of the North’.. High River, Alberta, Canada, and knowing how cold it would be there this time of the year … ππ
Let the cool breeze
Pass over swiftly
On the frozen bones of Alma
Alma the Egyptian lady
Who came to sing to died
Let the winter breeze
Take away every tear drop she made
Calm her sorrows
And take away the heat of summer
She felt.
Let the cool breeze of winter
Pass over our ancestors bones
Who lie in the gaze of the field
In the scorching sun
Let the cold smite the burning fire
That keeps razing these bones
That the dead may rest rest in peace
Let the cool breeze wipe their tears
From the face of the earth,
The cries they made in their search
And fetch for this country
From the hands of the blues
Let the weary find piece
And the young sing indoors
While sitting at the hearth
Let winter come
And pass.
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Who came to sing and died
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Magnificent Felix .. I enjoyed the read .. although Iβm tired at the moment .. itβs 2,30am here .πππ΄
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Oh, get some sleep buddy, here the sun is just setting.
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Grab some forty winks. Please.
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Oh,I love this
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Thank you Beth π₯Άπ
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Haunting…or should I say, chilling…Ivor.
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Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you for reading ππ
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The idea of βfrozen bones of ancestorsβ gives me the shivers – but in a good way!βοΈ
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Thank you Ingrid ..the image appealed to me π₯Άπ
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whoa powerful Ivor!π
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Thanks Cindy .. i’d just been chatting to my Canadian cousin from Alberta, and about my fond memories of her Dad (my uncle Dick Meyer).. and afterwards I wrote these words …
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oh that’s sweet. are you still on vaca? π
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I’m home now Cindy ..
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oh good… nice to go and nice to come home!π
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The images and emotions in your poem are so vivid! And with the photo and music…a powerful trio!
Winter’s cold can be very dramatic and gets it’s point across. π
(((HUGS))) π
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Brings a chill to these ageing bones. π
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I hope you are staying warm Sue ππ
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OH yes, thank you, the ground outside is frozen but house is cosy!
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Yeah ..π€π₯
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Thank you, Ivor. π
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feeling the cold in there…. the sun is up here Ivor..
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Thanks Mich .. a piece about remembering my Uncle ‘of the North’.. High River, Alberta, Canada, and knowing how cold it would be there this time of the year … ππ
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A fine poem
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Thank you Derrick ..
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I love this Ivor. (And hopefully those ancestors who have passed don’t still have to deal with winter! π
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Thank you Colleen ..yep it gets awfully cold up Calgary way ππ₯Ά
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Old man winter shares his wrath! Excellent and chilling poem, Ivor!
π¬ π¨
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Thank you Eugenia π₯Άππ
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