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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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MARCH 4, 2010 11:48PM

Dream #2. Thursday Feb 11, 2010

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A year or so ago, I had a dream
That interrupted loss, and broke the stride
Of sadness, though at that time it would seem
That I would let my grief alone decide
My path.  And so the dream was a surprise.
I dreamt of intimacy.  She, a stranger,
Was happy, and encouraging.  Her eyes
Were soft and reassuring, and the danger
Of choosing life as one of sorrow's own
Receded.  And when I awoke, she stayed,
An evanescent presence, flesh and bone
All absent and superfluous.  She bade
Me think on her, and then she went away.
I did, and do.  And nightly, when I lay
Me down to sleep, I thank her for the day.

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I'll let triology speak for me too. (I can't top her comment.)
Thanks trilogy (master of spit & fire!) and dlvstudent. And your timing is right too -- I stay up way to late at night here at OS.

'night.
I resonate with this poem. I was once on my way to spend the last night of my life on the beach staring at the stars. I had the blade in the purse I carried into the bar for a final sip. I met a stranger and we shared a piece of our souls and bodies. In his unexpected tenderness, he really saw me. I still left for the beach, but I came home the next morning. This infuriated my husband to no end; he thought he had kissed me goodbye for the last time. I told my stranger I would never forget him. I have not, not for a single day.