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Divorce Bard

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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 19, 2010 12:59AM

Looming. Sunday Apr 18, 2010

Rate: 5 Flag

I felt The Emptiness again today,
While shopping for the week at Trader Joe's.
I'd wondered if I'd meet it on the way.
I don't invite it.  It just comes.  It knows.
The kids were safely tucked away with friends
To make a space when I could buy some food,
And then I realized that their visit ends
In just a week, so I began to brood
A little bit.  The sense of loss impending
Is pretty much expected -- several days
Before a longer visit's scheduled ending,
I picture it in random, little ways,
Like driving all alone, no one in back,
Less laundry piling up,  A smaller stack
Of dishes in the sink, no bags to pack
For school, no bikes to undo from the rack
At three o-clock, for riding them back home.
Like how my concentration starts to roam.

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Sad. But they will be back. Your love of those kids is SO apparent.
Just lovely, db - the portent of those moments shopping, on your own. You express your world so well.
I know what you mean. This feeling of loneliness just creeps up on me out of nowhere and, try as I may, I couldn't even tell you what or who I was lonely for! But this made me think. My ex parked the kids with friends yesterday. They live across the street, so I could hear them shouting and playing all day. It felt so very strange. I don't know if my ex misses the boys like you do, but I'll start giving him the benefit of the doubt. :-)
Eloquent, this. Though your mind was clearly focused when you crafted it.
Yes, the eloquence is here--again.