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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 25, 2010 1:19AM

Fledgling. Thursday June 24, 2010

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 The girls went out alone a bit today.
From pizza to a little corner store,
My daughter and her friends.  I said okay,
And watched them all grown up, and out the door
And off they went.  No dad, no chaperone.
No really.  Just like that.  They walked away.
While I took comfort in my telephone,
My daughter had this unexpected pleasure,
A growing-up thing she could really measure.

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Oh DB. This is so hard. I remember this so well and just before the dawn of cell phones for five year olds (ha). This is one of those major milestones in life - for both of you.
Leaving the nest; what a feeling. They will never leave your heart. R-
Lovely moments. Love that you can notice her pleasure in this.
They're all good, but this is really good, db, in my opinion.
Goodie! I found a fellow poet.

Raney
Letting go. But still holding on.Very Nice DB
I have been really remiss, about answering everyone's comments lately. I read them like crazy, and they are very important. But I've had a number of very, very long days, and after doing my post I've just been diving into bed. Please forgive me.

trilogy, it's crazy though -- I was a free-range kid, in a very different USA. I wish she could be the same.

mLee, hello there! Actually the confidence was there, it just had to be shaken of me out by one of the moms. Another story.

Dave, I think it felt a lot more like leaving the nest to her, than it did to me... except, well, yes it did feel like that. She told me later how much she enjoyed it.

anna1: it was the image of her and her three friends, walking away. Just a normal group of four women out together... except they're so cute. I mean really. Darling.

Kim, thanks man. To her, it's just growing up. Me, I'm filing away memories like precious antique jewelry.

Raney, welcome here, welcome to OS. I hope you like what you find here.

rita, yes indeed. It reminded me of her first unaccompanied day of nursery school when she was 2, when they closed the door. I peeked through the margins of the paper over the window.

Thanks again, everyone -- I have to go to sleep now, and I am so sorry not to be able to respond to comments on earlier posts. Please forgive the omission.
Oh, I really like this, and the title. Yes, we "take comfort in the telephone," and they in spreading their wings.