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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 28, 2010 9:27PM

Prisoner. Sunday Mar 28, 2010

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This week a little thing I can't define
Has knocked my careful life all out of line.
It might have been the travel stimulation
That cast a spotlight on my situation:
Its smallness, from agreement based on hope
That bloomed with grossly insufficient scope
Seems suddenly a prison wall to brave,
Like Plato's Allegory of the Cave.

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The first two lines-- as if I have some experience with this equation.
I'm not sure I'm getting the "jist". is it that 'now you are back to the real world?'
this is very bouncy, I like the feel of it.
How we can become imprisoned by our own devise. Clever yet sad..
Hello scupper. Yes. Knocked out of whack. It started this morning, when my son said "no" to something that was important to me.

Hi tril. Yes, that's mostly it. I first encountered Plato's Allegory of the Cave as an opera (it was awful), and the idea has haunted me ever since. It's a little more than just getting back to the real world -- there are some difficult steps first, and a lot of denial and disbelief. Sorry if the poem wasn't clear -- for some reason it was one of my most difficult so far. Tough day.

Greetings DH. Thank you. Nothing like an Iambic foot to get your feet tapping, eh?

Hello rita. Yes indeed, by my own decisions. Well, bloody oops.

Thank you all sincerely for coming by, as always. Gonna go fill out my census form now.