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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 28, 2010 2:59AM

Journal. Tuesday Apr 27, 2010

Rate: 7 Flag

It's cold tonight.  I went to check the car,
And thought it might be autumn.  I'd forgot
About the tulips blooming, not too far
Away from where I'd parked.  My favorite spot.
And peaceful.  I'd been in the house all day,
Just mostly catching up on things I'd missed
Because my former spouse had been away.
The kids had kept me dissed, and pissed, and kissed,
And somewhere in their homework and the cooking,
I might have lost my grip on bitterness.
It sort of happened when I wasn't looking.
It may be just a day, or more, or less,
And I could use the whole thing up tonight,
Not trusting that I'll ever get it right.
And somehow, an idea's slipping through
That someone else is shedding sadness too.

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Keep lovin' 'em. I'll keep lovin' these. "The kids had kept me dissed, and pissed, and kissed." Excellent.
Moving forward, and knowing another may be moving forward also, that final letting go....
This one is a sad one bard, I felt your words..
Fall a time of loss not spring...
Sometimes love is known by the ache it makes us feel and we forget the tulips blooming nearby. Hope the tulips will be more visible today.
It mostly seems to happen when we aren't looking, true...
This is particularly touching. ~R~
Hello Pilgrim, rita, anna1, sophieh, and FusunA. Thank you so much for coming by. I wanted to answer you tonight, before I start my poem, just in case it goes late again. It is a great pleasure to have you read.

Pilgrim, I'm glad you liked that line -- that one rolled out in seconds. The last quatrain however kept me up way past my bedtime. Would they were all so easy.

rita, thanks. It was a funny night. Someone even had a fire going in their fireplace. It was an odd contrast to the azaleas and rhododendron (which also have a strong presence here).

anna1, the (neighbor's) tulips catch the sun right outside my kitchen window. The mornings are less ambiguous than the evenings.

Hello sophieh, nice to seeya. (That is probably an old joke, sorry.) But yes, it's funny how that happens, isn't it? I mean, you hope it's going to happen, but then you didn't SEE it happen.

Hello FusunA. And thanks for your PM the other day, I'll follow up. I am always glad to hear that someone is touched. It's funny when it happens thought, I never know which ones are going to do it.

Thank you all so much, as always, for reading. I am sincerely sorry to have been so pressed for time lately, so that I had so much trouble keeping up with your comments. Believe me, they resonate deeply.
Sorry, I missed this one last night, DB.
The kids had kept me dissed, and pissed, and kissed
That about sums it up!