The Last Chicane (Revised) 

“The Last Chicane” is a poem I wrote in October 2019, and this morning I reworded several lines …





The Last Chicane (Revised)


 

I have been climbing every rung 

Even the broken ones unsung 

I have played every sad song 

Even when the words were wrong 


I saw my bird fly away 

Even though her nest stays here today 

I have praised my swan’s eternal fight 

Even through her turbulent flights 


I am listening to the bells chiming 

Even above lyrics that are not rhyming 

I am beginning to flutter my wings again 

Even after missing the last chicane 

I am preparing for the next equestrian 

Even though I am a lost pedestrian 






Ivor Steven (c) September 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.

32 thoughts on “The Last Chicane (Revised) ”

    1. I think we get lost at some stage during our journeys Claudia … to find the path “home” is our goal …
      “ I move with the leaves
      I shine with the chrome
      I’m almost alive
      I’m almost at home

      No one to follow
      And nothing to teach
      Except that the goal
      Falls short of the reach” … Leonard Cohen, lyrics from his song “The Goal”

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  1. I like the conclusion of the poem the best, the lines about the preparation to be an equestrian, even though one is just a pedestrian. In that, we see the stretch of hope like an elastic band snapping back on one’s head as we reach too far in a task we set to accomplish according to one whim or another. It is a sentiment we all can relate to.

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