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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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JULY 16, 2010 8:57PM

Circus Camp. Friday July 16, 2010

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I saw a clown performing while aloft.
His costume mostly yellows, blues, and white,
And mostly upside down.  His hat was doffed;
This young, and slightly awkward bird in flight.
A splash of sun, canary on a wire;
A little clumsiness, before he hovered,
And grabbed the ropes, and climbed a little higher,
And slipped a tiny bit, and then recovered.
Then something happened: gravity was gone.
He might have flown.  I think I saw him start.
I couldn't tell.  The ground that I was on
Was fading.  There was only he, his heart,
And bravery midair, and greatest ease...
My son, this daring man on his trapeze.

 

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Bravery - and pride I'm sure. your early tonight, DB. Wishsing you a peaceful weekend.
The ground that I was on
Was fading.


ahhhhhhh, very nice. Thank you.
This has a nice little twist at the end DB.

Raney
A father's love. Brave love. Sometimes hard to breathe love.
Somehow you captured the exact moment of witnessing and the elation of the little boy on the trapeze at once. I can see your writing growing more and more powerful.
I'm afraid I won't be able to get past my disappointment at never having gone to circus camp to comment on this...no, I can. That part at the end, where the ground fades away from you and there's that loving conflation of you and he - "this daring man" - wonderful.