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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 25, 2010 12:27AM

Traveling South. Wednesday Mar 24, 2010

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Just south of Montreal, before the border,
The land is flat, and mostly used to farm.
It hosts no builder's new suburban quarter
That advertises manufactured charm,
But trees, all nude and groping for the spring,
And muddy fields, some ploughs already passed,
And little color -- almost everything
Is brown, or black.  And modest.  Not the vast,
Dakota-sized horizons waving grain,
But something on a more Northeastern scale,
That inexplicably feels more humane.
Though I suppose that any farm could fail
For any reason, some are still enduring.
I'm glad that these are here.  It's reassuring.

 

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I like to absorb the verse of your daily journal along with my coffee, before my road opens for the day. This one, in its simplicity, says so much. The scale of a good farm, still here for us to observe. I'd travel to see, to photograph, to preserve.
Good morning scupper. I was actually wondering if this is by design -- Montreal is so close to the border, maybe U.S. and Canada have an agreement about land use, to keep the population density low?

But to be part of your morning coffee is delightful. May I recommend tangelina's post:

http://open.salon.com/blog/tangelina/2010/02/12/dads_coffee_cup

Thanks, as always, for stopping by.


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I haad to read it out loud to savor the rhythm with the images. Yes. Farms are reassuring...Note to self: Go get those tomato bushes! -r-
Hello Linnnn, and welcome. Thank you for reading the poetry out loud. Here is one of my favorite stories: years ago I met an undergrad piano student, here from Japan since she was 12. She spoke no English on arrival. Because of the tonic accents in English (which apparently don't exist in Japanese), she thought everyone in America was singing to each other.

It makes my eyes tear over a little still, just to write that.
"It's reassuring"
And a wonderful poem. Glad Scupper found you and gave you some more exposure
what a lovely poem. I don't know how you did it, but this comforting feeling washed over me as I read it. thanks :-)
I might have traveled those roads as well. Brings back memories.
~R~
Hi tril: Yes, scupper's post was a real gift. And I'm glad you liked the poem.

Hi Pavanne: That's so nice to hear. It may be because of the image that triggered the first line: the afternoon sun reflecting off of standing water, in plowed mud. It had a funny, just-before-the-season feeling of awakening. And not a strip mall in sight.

Hi FusunA: I do like your city and enjoyed my stay. And I love that it is still buffered, very closely, by farmland. That's very unusual in the Northeast anymore. I'll be back.