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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 4, 2010 12:18AM

Hunger. Monday May 3, 2010

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Desire remains an uninvited guest,
Abstracts itself, and claims eternal life,
Contemptuous of those who'd loved it best
And drives them mad: ex-lover, husband, wife.
Uncoupled from its symbiotic host,
Content to root in sadness, desperation,
Or even nothing, habiting the ghost
Of love that had engendered its creation,
It haunts.  With beauty.  Then, if beauty fails,
It haunts with yearning learned in fairy tales.

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Lovely DB. I was just turning in and saw you had blogged so I waited and read "just one more." So glad I did. This is beautiful in how it captures the state of grief and loss. It makes me think how in certain instances it is good to hold onto the pain because it is attached to the beauty. It feels better to keep it sometimes, the pain. Because if you let go of it, you let go of the beauty, too. Really deep poems these last few days! I know these will be a great help to other divorced people when you publish them in a collection. Still my very favorite -- the one with the wooden spoons and snow.
A ghost with a powerful and painful left, right combination right to the heart. Ouch. Well described.
Haunting hunger of uninvited desire. How you make one think and feel and remember and hope even as you reveal the streaming ache that will surface when it will regardless of our will. My thoughts are with you today.

I am caught as I read your words by a moment I remember when I awoke and realized that something I had not thought possible had happened to me. Love had died. It was gone. I had given every ounce of love I had and it was not wanted. It was rebuffed and turned away. By the wearer of the other ring. He had used me up.
I was empty and had no more to give. I lost myself that morning. Only I noticed. That said everything.
It haunts with yearning learned in fairy tales.

THAT hit home...

Somehow you always do!
DB: When the comments to your work are longer than the work itself, that is a testament to how much you have to say. How many emotions you evoke and feelings you bring to the surface. This one was sad to read. Desire remains an uninvited guest
Just great turns of phrase. One can feel every shred of loss, like someone stabbing a straw in your soul and sucking it out like a fast food milkshake. Hits some notes of my Ghost of Divorce Past... Well done, Oh Bard.
May I just sit still? No comment. Just feeling the beat here. Deep melancholy heart.