Month: September 2022

Tullawalla, The Book Launch

Appropriately the “Tullawalla” journey began in Geelong, and I am proudly ecstatic to have my book launch here, back where the “Story” belongs …


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We Lost the Sea (a Haiku) … Tullawalla, page 117


 

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found








Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)






Decades of Storms (Tullawalla, page 48)


Over the decades

I’ve lived through many storms

Yesterday

I read about an Atlantic island storm

After midnight

I had a dream about my life’s storms

At dawn

I shall open my door to the storms


I will then wait for my storms

To vacate the dark

And ask the morning sunlight

“Am I still the pilot”






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

a worrying time






a worrying time




sometimes

feeling homely and mellow

other-times

lonely and hollow


sometimes

looking tall and green

other-times

small and unseen


sometimes

sounding sacred and relaxed

other-times

wasted and axed


nature’s forests

living wonders to enjoy

not an oppressor to destroy






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

Promote Yourself Monday: September 26, 2022

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Throwback Friday, My Broken Mast, by Ivor Steven

Presenting another poem from my new book “Tullawalla”

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I wrote “My Broken Mast” in January 2020, and the poem appears in my new book “Tullawalla”

My Broken Mast

Yesterday, a sudden stormy gale

Ripped through my leafy sail

And tore my oldest branch down

Crashing onto the ground

Leaving my main mast, hurtfully marred

A long open wound, and I’m painfully scarred

Mother, will dry my weeping tears

And I’ll recover to live another thirty years

Fatefully, my debris fell safely

All my owner’s guests escaped injury

And I left their ship damage free

Tomorrow they’ll clear my messy sea

Then rest under the shade of me

Ivor Steven (c) January 2020

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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…

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Who’s Left to Row the Boat, (Tullawalla, page 37 )


Tullawalla is now available at Amazon
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Who’s Left to Row the Boat
… This week it is 22 years since I suffered my first stroke …


The storms are too many to count

Emotional lows had weathered me out

Her journey with MS was a struggle

How much lower could our lives sink


After fourteen years of our battles, I suffered a Stroke

An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat

Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken

I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting

I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking

She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying

And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking

I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping


I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted

My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted

My mind was active, I thought, where is she

I knew I was bad; the room was all blurry to me

Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know

Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go

“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow

Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022

In Your Time (a Haiku)


Tullawalla is now Available at Amazon
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A Haiku from Tullawalla, “Page 118”



In Your Time (a Hiaku)



You can’t fly pass time

Travel with time, hand in hand

Time is not faceless






Ivor Steven (c) September 2022