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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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MAY 2, 2010 12:27AM

Distance. Saturday, May 1, 2010

Rate: 9 Flag

These bits of family, flotsam all blown loose,
Regard each other, stare, and then dismiss,
And having made their choices, have no use
For touch, except an offspring's hug and kiss.
Still somehow, loneliness recedes.  Before,
A hand on shoulder might unleash a pain,
Too much.  Now calm from absence, needing more,
But wanting nothing now, now safe and sane.
Tomorrow, maybe, someone's easy smile
Will have some sixty seconds to beguile.
But things will go no further, for a while.

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This is lovely, DB. After watching my brother and his ex-wife, each with longtime partners now, negotiate the situation of my niece's college graduation today, I especially got this. Lovely poem. Peace to you. You get it soooo well. I guess even though I don't have the kids, I see so much of the kid-related issues because my nieces and nephews have been soooo touched by divorce. And still, I get much of it on a personal level just for having been divorced myself. Again -- much peace. xox
I know exactly how you feel. r
"Now calm ... now safe and sane...." I hear the calm here.
The first line is arresting--"bits of family" is very good: shards of relationships. Good to see that they've lost their sharp edges and capacity to cut.
How are you so steady? Recognizing the need, not wanting--now.
I know this spot.
Good morning everyone. Thanks for coming by. You are all an excellent start to my day today.

PattyJane, you were actually the last thing I read before going to bed tonight. I'm glad you like this one, and best wishes to your nieces and nephews.

Pavanne, I hope this touches somehow.

anna1, the calm was a struggle last night. I saw for a couple of hours, wondering what to write, because I was just too calm. The weather helped.

Pilgrim, how funny that you should mention "shards". That was the word, for a few minutes. And as you observe, the edges of that word were just to sharp for where things are just now.

scupper. How am I so steady? I'm not sure. Let's see if it holds.

Thank you all so very much for stopping by, as always. More to come.
I like the image of family as flotsam - the pieces you try to reassemble and cannot - the best you can do is pick them up and perhaps hold for a short time. Nice work, as always.
wow, this one may just be my favorite.
Hi ladyslipper - thanks. I'm glad the word was on target. It felt right to me, but when I get it back from a reader, I feel more secure in my choice.

Hello Caroline. You keep visiting and raising the bar! If a poem is your favorite, I'm afraid I have to live up to it every day. So please don't be offended if I just ignore you -- after thanking you sincerely, of course.
Just the right amount of yearning yet holding back.