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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 23, 2010 12:13AM

Solstice #2. Tuesday June 22, 2010

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One summer night.  A little after rain
When water from the rooftop slaps the stair
And cars pick up a spray along the street

I have some tea.  Outside, a distant train
Sends blasts of longing through the county air
And lightning bugs, more delicate, repeat

And phosphoresce.  And one remembered pain,
No longer master of its broken lair
Is finally unable to compete

With peaceful nights.  Though memories remain,
The season ushers in a diff'rent reign,
Reclaiming tenderness as its domain.

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I am SO there! I can feel the humidity and hear the train whistle. Somebody get me a jar for those lightening bugs!
This old Earth spins
Its everlasting roulette.
Someone loses, someone wins.
It's nice to remember,
Sometimes nicer to forget.
The flash of night and day
Passing the picket fence of time
Is just life's hypnotic way,
Just inevitable fate
Until we reach the gate.
I love this piece - the words, the thoughts, the imagery, the sounds. "The season ushers in a diff'rent reign,/Reclaiming tenderness as its domain." I feel a gift here in the peaceful nights.
Reclaim, DB, reclaim!
That's exactly what it sounds like: longing. I love the first two stanzas, especially. Now I'm going to make some tea and watch the wind blow in an evening storm. I might also listen for a distant train.