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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 19, 2010 11:51PM

Playdate. Monday July 19, 2010

Rate: 7 Flag

This evening after rain, the heat abated.
We had some guests for dinner - one was she,
The one that I had hoped that I'd have dated
(She'd felt a little diff'rently t'ward me).
My kids enjoy her kids.  We get to cook,
And talk, and trade impressions of divorce.
The kitchen window lets us stop and look
And let the playtime run its natur'l course,
Until it's time to call the kids inside.
In spite of my minutely wounded pride,
I love these times.  There's nothing here to hide.

 

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I think the heat probably affected her sensibility. Try dating her again when the leaves start to fall:) Great poem, though.....sometimes awesome things emerge from our disappointments, huh?
Great poem. And you don't know how she feels towards you. It probably has nothing to do with you! (does she know what a great poet you are?)
Best hopes for you, DB. I can't imagine treading the path you're treading, nor doing it with grace. Good luck.
Boy, do I have some impressions of divorce. But that is another story. Good luck with her. R-
Nice thought. May this woman like a Muse.
Patience. A nice safe time doing familiar things is sometimes the best remedy. Things can build from there.
I love the way you walk through this piece. Enjoying the moment. Enjoying each other. "... I love these times. There's nothing to hide." Feeling your smile as I read.
Poignant as always. Nice.
"In spite of my minutely wounded pride,
I love these times. There's nothing here to hide."

I could visualize this entire thing....lovely