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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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JUNE 12, 2010 12:27AM

Transition #4. Friday June 11, 2010

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My son was here today, with several friends.
Just two at first.  Then five.  Then him and me.
He always tries to linger when it ends,
As though there's something else he'll want to see
Or do, before the Changing Of The Guard.
So after basketball all afternoon,
And monkey-in-the-middle in the yard,
And friends all gone to dinner way too soon,
We waited for his sister, and his mother,
And played a game of cards, and then another,
And then a game of chess.  Yes, chess.  I know.
He begged me.  And he knew he'd have to go.

 

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Basketball? Monkey in the Middle? I envy your fitness. Your poems never run out of charm. There is always a little heart tug.
Do you know that our comments passed within five minutes of each other? (Dang. You were there first.) Sweetpea will be along pretty soon.
Sweetpea Here!!!
So heartening to hear how he wants more.....
And through it all, there is the love.
The Changing of the Guard?
Honestly, probably the most fitting adjective, sweet and sad at the same time.
A game of chess. Yes, I get that.
Thank you for posting this.
You're so good at always capturing the "knowing he'd have to go" that is always in the background somewhere.
Keeping chess to the end was a poignant strategy. I felt for your son - and you Bard. ~R
DB, beautiful as usual. You have a gift for the understated little words that give such a lovely picture. Thanks.
Hi everyone. Man, just look at the time. tsk, tsk.

dlv, I guess I should make it clear that it was his friends playing all those games, not me. Sadly, his basketball skills have passed mine. (I never played,) And yes, you and I were haunting each others' sites last night at about the same time. Sorry we missed each other.

Hi trilogy. It IS heartening, after the fact.

Hi anna1. yes and plenty. I hope he feels it.

Hi vanessa. More on the sad side, really. But we all get through it.

Caroline, thank you. I don't take daily credit; that thing lurking in the background is in my premise. But yes, it does lurk, constantly.

Fusun, yes, it was a tactically brilliant move. Like this was a chess game or something.

froggy, you are very kind.

And everyone is very kind. And I am very tired. Thank you as always.

Goodnight.