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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 28, 2010 12:55AM

Midnight. Sunday June 27, 2010

Rate: 7 Flag

It's hot.  The kids are mis'rable.  My son
Has gone to sleep.  He'll get the rest he needs.
My daughter's wide awake.  She's always one
To stay up past her bedtime.  And she reads.
We spent a little while out on the stair,
Just me and she, and talked of this and that.
I would have kept it going, unaware
Of time of night, and rooted where I sat,
But she decided she could go to bed,
And left this lovely mem'ry in my head.

 

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A lovely mem'ry, a lovely poem. Sweet dreams.
Fatherhood is divine in the right hands. Lovely. R
I see this stair, this pairing of you and she.
Almost storybook.
You give your daughter an endless childhood,
well and protected, and yet full of possibilities for both
the wood of the stair and the flight above.
Me thinks when she retires, she must sleep sure and with peace.
Sweet. I think your avatar is smiling a bit more than usual today. I know I am.
Cute snippet of life.

Raney
What a beautiful moment of children and summer and evening and love. Savoring this piece especially. Smiling for and with you.
AtHome Pilgrim is right: Your avitar is smiling like the Mona Lisa.
This was so, so, sweet.
children are the true dreams.