The Rear of Night (Revised)

My fading dawn was impossible to identify

A heavy fog had kidnapped my sky

Sabotaging my morning sunlight

The day disappeared in front of my eyes

The passing of night left a murky blight

There’s no start nor end to my blurred sight

Breathing in moist air, I gasp, “where’s the moon?”

Had my dismal forecast unravelled too soon?

Is this shadowless gloom?

The beginning of doom ?

Ivor Steven ©  May 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.

23 thoughts on “The Rear of Night (Revised)”

  1. Doom…I hope not! And I always hope the gloom passes quickly.
    What a great poem, Ivor…I find meaning in three ways…weather-wise, world-events-wise, and emotions-wise.
    I always enjoy a bit of fog…knowing it will pass…but I don’t like driving in it! 😮 🙂
    (((HUGS))) ❤️
    PS…that song is so powerful and brings some tears.

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    1. Hi Carolyn .. I’ve been at my CHW Sprint session this morning .. now a little bit of time to do some blogging .. I’m a busy 70 year-old these days … I that song 🎶 last , wow, I cried too … and it seemed to be appropriate for the Russian/Ukraine war ☮️🌻🌏😊💕

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