Today was my first day as ‘Host’ of the “Sprints” segment over on Coffee House Writers Magazine, which I shall be doing three evenings a week, and during the initial 20 minute sprint session, I wrote this appropriate piece …


Here I am, at my age!

Awkwardly sprinting

Writing quickly into a twenty minute page

Adrenaline pumping

Dribbling words into an empty rain gauge

Heartbeat racing

Thoughts are flying out of an unlocked cage

Calmly panicking

Between memories of love and hidden rage

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

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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.

52 thoughts on “Sprinting”

  1. You have the domination instinct, my friend. After all you have been through, you have kept that one precious thing intact. The world has neither controlled you nor tossed you around the wrestling ring of life.

    *head bowed in salute*

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  2. How terrific, Ivor!
    Keep writing! Keep sprinting! (Whether sprinting like a snail ( 😀 ) or sprinting like a cheetah, ’tis good! Moving forward! 😉 😛 )
    (((HUGS))) 🙂
    PS… that song always brings tears to my eyes. And the video is so creative and memorable.

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    1. Hi Carolyn.. I have been having computer connection problems for a couple of days … thank you for lovely comments .. and I hope mine getting to you .. ((Hugs)) and woof, woof from Frankie … his tummy has settled down and he is a happy doggie again .. 🤗😃🐶🐶

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      1. Oh! So sorry to hear about your computer connection problems. UGHS.
        You’re welcome!
        I’m so glad Sir Frankie is feeling better.
        I haven’t shared this with anyone online, but Coops has been ill again… 😦 his tummy. He’s on medications. If he has this again in the next month they’re gonna’ have to run a bunch of tests on him. 😦

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      1. Yep .. Here is the lyrics ..
        “The Garden” .. by Flower Face
        All live in the garden

        [Verse 1]
        The lights are always on in the street
        So I never sleep
        My dreams have turned to plastic
        And they rattle in my head
        And now there’s concrete in the yard
        Where the sunflowers used to be
        I thought I heard your voice
        But it was only the TV

        I think I’ll waste away here
        I think I’ll waste away
        If the world hasn’t killed me yet
        Well, it’s just a matter of days
        The poison ate our lungs up
        And there’s not much we can do
        If I could, I would get on a spaceship
        And spend my last days on the moon

        They say they’re building us a garden
        So when the birds and trees are all gone
        We’ll live where the sky is golden
        Bathe in artificial oceans
        But if they couldn’t tap the marrow
        Every river, every sparrow
        Laying dead inside their cages
        Without their songs, they have been wasted
        They say someday we’ll find the answer
        We’ll be climbing up that ladder
        While they burn up in the atmosphere
        We’ll be okay ’cause we’ll all live in the garden
        I want to build a wall around you
        And say that I’m the one who found you
        But despite all of my virtue
        I know that I’m the one who hurts you
        Well, don’t you know they lie, dear?
        There is no better place to find here
        They packed up their things and left you
        And I don’t think I can protect you
        I think that I have found the answer
        Yeah, I’m climbing up that ladder
        And I’m taking my friends with me
        And we’ll be okay ’cause we’ll all live in the garden

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