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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 26, 2010 1:19AM

Internal Debate. Thursday Mar 25, 2010

Rate: 4 Flag

Before returning home, I bought a gift:
A small, ceramic bunny butter dish.
A little thing, to offer to the rift
Between us, what we did, and what we wish.
But then today we had another tiff.
I'd waste my time by mentioning details.
We parted ways a little formal, stiff,
Again aware of how the other fails
To rise to expectation.  But a bunny
Could possibly assuage a little grief.
It's colorful enough, a little funny,
And has a kindof silly heart motif.
It got a tiny chip, while on the shelf.
I guess I'll have to keep it for myself.

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Good morning Bard. I wonder about chipped pieces. If it's a grandmother's dish, hard to part. I'm in simplicity mode, so the paring down is part of life. Chipped bunny? Perhaps by a flower in the yard.
Bunnies always make me feel better. Chipped? Just has more character that way...
Bard. This poem is sadder than you think. Introducing a "bunny" gift makes it very poignant. (Please don't ask me why -- it just does.)
Where's trilogy when you need her?
I think that it is remarkable that both scupper and linnnn commented on the word "chipped". It's surprising what a single word will do in a poem. The word actually made the poem even more touching.
@dlv: Here I am
DB: I too, stopped at the word "chipped". It's a sad poem and the chip kind of embeds that. I really love what your doing here and I really hope its helping get through those days!
Hi scup, hi Linnnn (4 n's, right?), hi dlv, hi tril.

Thank you all as always, for reading. While you were all getting stuck on the chip, I was obsessing over having used the adjective "little" four times in a 14-line poem. Sometimes I console myself by thinking, well, it's a blog after all.

I only saw the chip last night, as I was looking for a subject for a poem. The bunny probably engendered the poem, but the chip was, um... seminal?

I'm going to keep it, and let the kids enjoy it at my table. They can decide about chips later on.

Thanks all, again.
"But then today we had another tiff.
I'd waste my time by mentioning details.
We parted ways a little formal, stiff"

ooooh do I know that feeling... I hate that! another gem my friend.
It's difficult to write iambic pentameter with perfect rhyme all the time.
Finding a bunny butter dish with a heart motif-now that sounds fine.
Rated.
Hi Y: Yes, the feeling... I wish I could write about it less, but it still derails me.

Hi FusunA: Thank you. Doesn't rhyme just tickle your brain?

Thanks, guys, for stopping by to read. You all make me feel like I'm playing chamber music.