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Divorce Bard

Divorce Bard
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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 30, 2010 10:18PM

Homecoming. Sunday May 30, 2010

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Somehow the heat today, somehow the sun,
Or just th'aloneness, taken for a drive,
Recall impressions of another one,
From memories still very much alive,
With wildflowers all along the way.
And poppies, brushing everywhere with red.
I miss them now.  I'd wished that we could stay.
Disaster broke that reverie instead,
And called us home, to build a house destroyed
By water.  There were frozen pipes involved.
The dumpsters filled with all we had enjoyed,
And all we'd fought about, still unresolved,
Till finally, the house was just a shell,
The emptiness that we'd ignored so well,
Exposed.  And it was over.  We could tell.
I miss the poppies, all along the drive.
I miss the hope a marriage might survive.

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"Till finally, the house was just a shell,
The emptiness that we'd ignored so well"

wow, described so intimately....this is one of my favorites of your poems
A house destroyed. The dumpster filled. And it was over. Then we knew.

You brief poem tells it all. The poem is a concise catalog of multiple misfortunes. My mind finds it hard to fathom such devastation.
Your last two lines, DB. . . I shouldn't read your poems so late at night. Maybe because sometimes they hit too close to home. But that's what good poems do. ~R
"...emptiness ... exposed. And it was over. We could tell." The moments we can not ignore even when we wish we could. Heartache comes in so many ways on so many different days. You capture so much of life with these words.