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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 9, 2010 1:28AM

Greeting Card. Saturday May 8, 2010

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Tonight I wrote a poem for Mother's Day,
For Her.  There were a thousand things to say,
And I said nearly none at all.  Next year
It might be easier for her to hear
-- Or me to say -- how much I prized her smile
Whenever things were better for a while,
For instance.  Or a million other things.
For now, we have the peace that distance brings.

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Next year will probably be much easier, on both. Wishing you Peace this Sunday.
The poignancy at the end was riveting, DB - it's like, in a brief poem you succeeded in telling a lifetime dance.

RRRRR!!!!!
Funny how that distance/peace thing works. I hope you will both reach across after a little while and let all those things just pour out...
May that peace hold you all today.
Mmm. Loved this, db.
Lovely, as always DB. Peace to your soul today.
the peaces that distance brings is certainly there in this poem. you've hit a chord in me, as usual.
Before I was born (I was the second child), my father tried to give my mother a present for Mother's Day. She gave it back to him, and told him to do something for HIS mother. And that was that, for the rest of his life. And tonight, I called my Mother.

trilogy, thanks. This is the second one separated, I think. With my general holiday ineptitude, I don't know if this one will ever get easier. We'll see.

Kit, it's nice to have you here. I'm glad to nail you to the spot, for just a moment.

Linnnn, I hope so too. It's about controlling the flood, I think.

anna1, thank you so much.

Kim... I had to google it, to make sure you and I celebrate it on the same date. Yep. All the former pieces of the British empire except... the UK!

PattyJane, thanks for the sentiment. Dont' you have some appointments you're supposed to be making?

Caroline, thanks. And thanks for your post this evening ("Words I Wish I Heard More Of"), which provided some much-needed diversion.

Thanks so much, everyone. Have a great week.