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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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JUNE 20, 2010 2:07AM

Late Evening. Saturday June 19, 2010

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The end of day.  Sometimes it's hard to shake
The coffee and the numbers from my head.
I have to stop, and take a little break
For peppermint, before I go to bed.
It's just a simple thing that I enjoy.
And absent one small girl, and one small boy,
I've taken up a few neglected things
That I had traded in for wedding rings.
For two of them.  So much was so confused,
For years.  How much we argued, and accused
Makes no more sense.  I like the end of day,
For small, forgotten things that come my way.

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I hope you call the small boy and girl daily, just so they don't forget the sound of your everyday voice.
DB, it sounds as if you are able to reclaim small parts of yourself. This is good. Enjoy your peppermint.
Better late than never. Great Post, as usual. R-
" traded in for wedding rings "
hurts a bit too much, db.
Thinking of you with gentleness today. "... one small girl, and one small boy ...." And their dad who loves them so.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
This is bracing, like peppermint.
You have such a gift, Bard. Happy Father's Day to you.
As usual, capturing the loneliness and depth of feeling. Hope you did not trade away so much of yourself that you cannot find yourself and rise, phoenix-like, in the future...
So much heart in this one. You got to do what you got to do.
@Lea. Are your hands a bit shakey today, girl?
Thank you, each of you, for your kindness in stopping by and reading. I am catching up on commenting here -- I appreciate your patience, as always.

Fred, thank you for reading and commenting. Not quite daily. But thank you for the reminder. And the everyday voice is, to my mind, the most important.

froggy, thanks. I do enjoy my peppermint. Although tonight, inexplicably, I had a strong urge for an Orangina. Luckily, I had one handy.

Dave, thanks a lot. We all come back to ourselves at our own pace, don't we.

Kim, yes, it did hurt. Funny how that only becomes clear when the pain is taken away.

anna1, thank you for saying so. And it's true. I do.

Lea, it is wonderful to have you stop by.
It is wonderful to have you stop by.
It is wonderful to have you stop by.
It is wonderful to have you stop by.
It is wonderful to have you... sorry, I couldn't resist. Thanks for coming and reading.

Joan, thank you on both counts. I'm just glad you come by to read.

Moose, it's a funny thing, trying to define "too much". But after two crashed marriages, it's really open season on that question.

trilogy. I have gotten so spoiled, that I start to get nervous when you don't comment right away. I'm glad you made it. And thanks for saying heart.

I have already posted tonight's poem, along with a repost from March. I may actually get to bed on time tonight.

I am honored, as always, to have you all as readers. Thank you.