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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 7, 2010 12:23AM

Forward. Thursday May 6, 2010

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Uncoupled, can we be unhooked from ageing
And spend a little time as Dorian Gray
Now having left the marriage we were waging
Now cognizant of time, and of the way
That gray displaced a younger, mortal hue
That decades laid their claim to jowl and cheek
And while it happened, we could misconstrue
Its truth, from week to next relentless week
While still together.  Now, with loving gone,
Time, and its lover Ageing, carry on.

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Ah, the paradox ! Your poems are touching more and more to the bone, dear Bard. Last three and this have been very poignant to comment. ~R~
"Now having left the marriage we were waging"

Love this line.
Beautiful meditation on aging.
Interesting, I picked out the same line as ladyslipper
marriage we were waging
Yes, time and ageing - there's no stopping them.
There is nothing we can do about time. And theres nothing we can do to stop change. The only thing thats certain is change. Good writing Bard! A broken heart goes on.
I see no Dorian Grey here. I see a poet facing life as it is with honesty, grace, eloquence and love. So much love. And wisdom willing to look forward.
A quite impressive modern Mutability Canto. Waging marriage of course caught my eye as well, for it is so unexpected but so revealing. Another gem here, exemplum of the magic that the iamb can promote and a lovely touch of craft craft: "from week to next relentless week."
Time, and its lover Ageing, carry on.

Beautifully done, db.
We've been with these last two all our lives, and oftentimes ignored them, or worse. Now is time to reconcile, if not embrace, these faithful childhood friends of ours, and love them back again.

Forward is one of your best, I think.
Yes we carry on... I like this very much DB
I join other voices in applauding "marriage we were waging" -- that sums up many a relationship conflict. But the Time and Aging doing the "carry on" like a Tim Gunn directive -- ah, even better.... Well done, O Bard!