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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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APRIL 5, 2010 10:40PM

Spring #2. Monday Apr 5, 2010

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It's all in bloom, just everything I see.
The daffodils set off some sort of trigger,
And every vine, and every bush and tree
Is each outdone by something even bigger.
I can't contain the prettiness.  The sight
Is nearly more than sanity can bear.
It happened all at once, all overnight,
Too soon.  I wasn't able to prepare.
The winter had been comfortably gray,
And beauty brushed it now and then, as snow.
And even crocuses seemed everyday,
Once introduced; their colors just a show
Of promise, not of overwhelming force,
That has no time for grieving, or remorse.
All life begins anew; this riotous source
Give us no choice, but let it run its course.

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Unbelieveable. Now there is a cryptic comment. I'll just let you stew on it for awhile. I just posted a poem dedicated to you and your daughter.
"The daffodils set off some sort of trigger...It happened all at once, all overnight"
I t always seems this way. I think that is the mystery of spring. It takes us by surprise, year after year after year.
spring and the burst of color ignites me. the first 4 lines reflect how i feel in the botanical gardens.

forget the comfortable gray of winter......sometimes starting anew doesnt need to much preparation. if any at all. just the willingness to run amok in the shock of blue sky, green earth & splash of color...
Vivid. I sometimes feel like there's so much to look at, I can't possibly see all the prettiness.