Wryly the Moon Sighs

Wryly the Moon Sighs

Looking up into the sky

There, beyond the clouds

The world’s afternoon pilot

Our phlegmatic half-moon

Petitions our eyes

And spiritually

Wryly sighs at our demise

Then wisely

Waits for twilight’s disguise

Ivor Steven (c) November 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.

14 thoughts on “Wryly the Moon Sighs”

  1. A powerful poem, Ivor. ❀️ Such an important message we must all ponder.
    I’ve often wondered what the moon thinks as it looks down on us. I often envision it saying…”It’s a new day, Peoples! Come on, let’s get it right today!” πŸ™‚
    Your photos are fabulous! And that song…wowza! Mike Scott sure has a gift for lyrics and singing. What a gifted musician!
    (((HUGS))) for you, Ivor! πŸ™‚
    PATS and RUBS for Sir Frankie! πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you Carolyn … yes I always wonder what the moon thinks of us human-beans … and the moon wryly sighs … I did have ‘wryly smiles’ , but he’s not really smiling at us anymore … maybe a scowl from his jowls these days … And Mike Scott has been amazing for a long time … how’s Coops keeping … Pats and Hugs πŸΆπŸ€—πŸ˜πŸŒ

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      1. Coops is aging. 😦 I think his eyesight is getting worse. 😦 He’s had some anxiety over it this past week, but we figured it out quickly and found a way to help him feel secure again. But, other than being a senior adult doggie with senior adult doggie issues, he still loves to snuggle, jump on the ottoman for a nap, play fetch, take walks, eat heartily, etc. πŸ™‚ So I’m so glad he’s still enjoying life. πŸ™‚
        How is young Sir Frankie doing today? ❀️


    1. Thank you Sue … in the end I nearly got it right … I am still able to write a poem nearly every day, and I am happy to achieve the output, and I figure, there will always be good ones and bad ones ….

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