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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 10, 2010 11:08PM

Fixit. Monday May 10, 2010

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Around th'apartment, scattered here and there,
There's stuff in different states of disrepair:
A camera that has lost a mem'ry card,
Another one that's broken -- fallen hard,
Against the pavement several years ago;
A marionette who doesn't seem to know
How best to disentangle all his strings;
A soccer trophy; several other things;
And rarely do I fix a single one.
So all around, there's little things undone.
At first they seemed a part of Separation,
And I imagined daily working through it.
But now I have a simpler explanation:
They're broken, and I just don't want to do it.

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Ok, knew you must be here. Got to type and read quick as "24" is about to start!
Something about the relationship between "disentangling the strings"
and "I just don't want to do it"? Interesting.
Sounds like my house :)
Oh, very nice. The broken things, separated from wholeness, at first seeming part of that larger entity Separation - not irreconcilable at first. But then follows the recognition of how many things in life simply can't be fixed. Acceptance as decreed by time. Beautifully realized.
And the broken memory card - perfect, accurate detail.
They often carp we're wasteful; they are wrong.
Sometimes, it's just the best to move along.
Sometimes heart and soul are simply the greater call and they must "fix" in their own time. How best do we disentangle all out strings? Yet, day by day, you manage to find little gems. Gems that speak to your heart and to your soul. And to ours.
Everything is broken.
hmmmmmmm. divorce bard you are outdoing yourself. really outdoing yourself here. i admire how all of the parts and particles come together to make that final statement. that last sentence.

job well done. very well executed with an efficient tug on the emotions
nice -- especially the last line.
Tonight I'm on the second night of a new routine: to write my Thank You's first, and then my night's post. I had actually forgotten to acknowledge some comments, and that is of course unconscionable. So.

trilogy, you're great. But sometimes a cigar really is just a cigar... and I really do have a marionette, and he really is tangled. I did, however, untangle the wooden bird. So I'm not hopeless.

sweetfeet, aha. Your house sounds comfortable. Like that chair in the picture, in your "Four Faces of Motherhood" post? Comfy.

ladyslipper, wow! Thank you! And here I was just trying to write my way out of doing the work!

AtHomePilgrim, a couplet! My gosh, you can't know how much I appreciate that. And you captured the essence of the post beautifully.

anna1liese, thank you. I'm conflicted: heart and soul are certainly the greater call. But truth to tell, the place is bit of a mess.

Kim, eek. Everything? You off the deep end, down under? ( I have found a stiff cup of coffee helpful.)

Renatta, you keep raising the bar! But I'm still glad you liked the last line, of course. (Thanks!)

PattyJane, thanks. I'm hoping you're very, very busy. So a tiny little comment makes me think you're doing OK.

Thanks again all. Wish me luck on the next one.

Your servant.