I’m writing this song for my body, and for my soul.
I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold.
Why am I so tired, is sixty so old.
Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold.
I’m so physically worn and so mentally torn.
I’m so worried about my every waking dawn.
I’m thinking of this quiet life, for you and for me.
I’m wondering if this vigilant life’s, too hard for me.
I’m pondering if this tragic life, shall continue to be.
And feeling this bonded life’s, drifting out to sea.
I’m writing these words for everyone to see.
I’m writing this book, about a single weeping tree.
Why am I so sleepy, am I aging too quickly.
Why am I so sad, who’s looking after me.
I’m this furnace log, burning up with glee.
I’m this sinking boat, all about to flee.
I’m this overburdened camel, or a donkey maybe.
I’m this empty desert, a void, far as the eye can see.
I’m this broken branch, withering and dying, oh so slowly.
I’m this lost shadow, wandering this barren land furtively.
Ivor Steven
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I found that your words burrowed under my skin. There have been times in my life when just trying to exist felt suffocating. There’s a line that jumped up at me, and it was when you actually felt glee as you were burning up like a log in a furnace.
Being alive isn’t just getting up in the morning or feeling an abundance of joy every single day. It’s the stuff that consumes us — passion, pain, wanting.
Ivor, the poet plumber… your profession may not seem exciting to most, but the way you view the world is from the eyes of a well traveled soul. ❤️
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Thank you Poet Rummager, hope I don’t get under your skin too much. and yes I do feel like my soul has traversed to the stars and back, and maybe I’ve not arrived back yet…..
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I like words that get trapped under my skin — they tickle! Have a fantastic time in space, Ivor. There’s nothing like playing hide -n seek in the moon’s craters. 😀
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Haha , now I’m a space traveller with a feather duster, who’s lost on the moon and no one to tickle….¿¿
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😜😆🌛🐣
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Ta ♡
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Wow…this is so profound and in essence filled with wisdom..wisdom, only which could come from a man who has lived an exceptional life..and i think you did..
Thank you DD for sharing Ivor to us..
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Lovely words, dear Mich! Thanks for stopping by and reading Ivor’s poetry. It’s always a joy seeing you here.
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Remember everytime you see me here at slasher monster, a monster thought is conceived in my mind hehehe
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Ah, you seem much more comfortable with monsters than when you first visited SMM. Playing in the dark can be fun! 🕷👻💀
-PR
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And i tell you….i am cooking up something evil..you should watch out. .hehehe
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I can’t wait! I know what a good cook you are — your poetic dishes are delicious. ☠️👽👾
-PR
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Ivor! You’re a master poet.
–FlyTrapMan–
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