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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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JUNE 10, 2010 1:03AM

Goodnight #12. Wednesday June 9, 2010

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My eyes are rolling backwards in my head.
I gotta get to sleep tonight.  I'm dead.

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Good night and rest well, Divorce Bard.
Good night, DB. Well, last night was in my opinion the best one yet...so I guess you didn't feel like topping it tonight. Sweet sleep.
Beware the siren song of sleep
To tempt the weary to night's cave
Wherein strange monstrosities creep
And confusion, misdirection can enslave.
Here is where fear squats and grins,
Where sanity flees and groans and screams.
The very sky spits horror, whirls and spins
Cloudy monsters, indecision steams.
Shuddering the only wish is to be gone,
Seek refuge and security in bloody dawn.
Hope the night has given you a peaceful rest.
good afternoon. how was it?
Hi all. Thank you for coming and tucking me in. So to speak.

Fusun, thanks.

trilogy, I have noticed, indeed, that when a really serious one comes out, I do retreat into something lighter for a day or two.

Eck, thanks.

Jan... "bloody" dawn? Oh man.

anna1, thanks. I got some rest, but not as much as I needed.

Renatta, pretty good. How was it for y... um, no. Scratch that.

That's all, folks. On my way to more catching up on sleep.
THE SEA OF NIGHT

In sleep I would swim
Through a surf of memory.
Small thoughts brush against my skin
Like startled fleeing fish.
Coral crags share my passages -
Large concepts which are the mountains
Of the planet of my mind.
Dim blue threats make lazy turns
In the murk of unfamiliarity
Where clarity melds into the shadows
Of uncertainty. Distant hates
And ephemeric loves play warm and cold intricates
Against the sunken seascapes
That fade in and out of my perceptions.
Morning sunlight flashes undulating surfaces
To camouflage the secrets of the night.