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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 6, 2010 12:54AM

Sunflowers. Wednesday May 5, 2010

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The other day we went to buy some seeds
For planting flowers in my little yard.
It currently is only grass and weeds,
And here and there the neighbors' dog has scarred
The landscape.  It's a friendly place at least,
But horticulture seems a little dicey.
The wisest choice, with children and their beast,
Is stay away from anything too pricey.
And something big and showy gets a bonus;
And something you can eat scores higher still.
And something simple, since I think the onus
Of tending it will fall on me.  It will.
These flowers though, no matter how idyllic,
Cannot be named in sonnets.  They're dactylic.

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We been planting all day. Sunflowers, zenias, marigolds, and I don't even know the rest. I just been doing what I was told. Ha!

Keep writing Bard! Keep writing.
challenging rules! great results! i gotta remember that.

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Love the lightness here even if the tending will fall to you. The tending. Lovely phrase.
Ah! Sunflowers. Just like puppies. The daughter wants one and it becomes mine. The "tending" is an unexpected delight however...
Great way to make it happen, despite the poetic challenge. And a great way to wax philosophically on the "we did it" /"Daddy planted them" dilemma that faces all parents. Just like the dog, huh?
Love the ending DB. "They're dactylic". Genius
Hi all. Thanks for coming by, it got so late I nearly forgot you. Never.

ron, it sounds like you've found the magic formula to getting along. I hope it works well into the next lifetime.

Hellow Charlie Thornton, and welcome. Thanks for coming by. But challenge rules of meter? Hmph.

anna1liese, yes the lightness. It came from the afternoon's planting, out in the yard, with the kids.

Linnnn. Whoah, slow down with that puppy thing. That would complicate my life by a factor of 10. I'd be lucky to squeak out a couplet a week.

Pilgrim, I think you got the joke. Actually, I'm going to expand on the problem (no joke) in the sandbox soon, I think. It's something I've stumbled on only in the last couple of weeks, and has me really thinking, about how it could have happened.

Moose: yes indeed. We did it / Daddy planted them. And I'd do it again, too.

Tril, I think you got the joke too. Maybe you and Pilgrim weren't the only ones, maybe you're just the ones who enjoyed it?

Thanks all. I'm off to bed now. Just finished another serious one (May 6), they always wear me out -- I even took a nap in the middle of it.