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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 30, 2010 12:44AM

Impermanence. Thursday July 29, 2010

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That poster in the kitchen, by my son,
Was done in marker.  Washable, of course.
One day he sat and did it, just for fun
And left me breathless, wond'ring at the source
Of all of his ideas: there's the earth,
And people standing, hand in hand, and glitter.
This children's art has this intrinsic worth:
It helped his dad come back from being bitter.
Now some months on, and sev'ral pair of shoes,
New teeth, new baseball pics, and broken wii,
Humidity has made the poster lose
Some color.  It was hard at first, to see
The diff'rence -- dullness could be light, or mood.
And being given easily to brood,
I thought the change was me.  But I was wrong.
The greens are blue.  It can't be very long
Before his burst of color is a thought,
A mem'ry of a little boy who sought
To color time, as best as he was able,
And then grew up, and left my kitchen table.

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Boy + Marker = (he)art.
I love kids' art. :)
And they grow up so fast...but these are the times that they take with them throughout their lives.
Sad and lovely. My son is almost 27. I'm so happy to know him. And I love those younger days.
I love all you see in the poster in the kitchen: the art of the moment, the inspiration, the freedom, the joy, the little boy who colored time. Most importantly I love that this children's art helped you. Perhaps that is the greatest gift of the moment. Whatever helps us hold our children close and let them know of the place they have on our hearts is what makes us whole and brings us peace.
Very wistful, DB. They do grow up so very quickly ...
Deep sigh. You are so good at this... _r
And then, the memory. And this. Loved it.
Good evening everyone. I'd say I'm going to get to bed at a decent hour, but I'm probably going to sit and read and leapfrog all over OS tonight. So thank you for making the whole thing such a nice place to be.

mhold, hey! I am completely undone. Do you do that sort of thing a lot?

sweetfeet, me too. I used to be able to get all I wanted, just by having watercolors or markers out. There's less of it now, for some reason.

tril, thanks. I hope so. I remember the kitchen table from when I was his age. My whole life seemed to be centered there (I learned to read there).

Ken, thanks for coming by again. So you've migrated over to your serious-side avatar? 27? They grow up to be that old?

anna1, you and sweetfeet are really making me look up. I have a lot of their art from a year ago, just before I moved apartments. I think I'll put it up. I don't have them this weekend, and I need some color.

Kate, I'm always afraid I'll fall from the edge of wistful into the abyss of maudlin. Throw me a line if you see me too close.

Joan, thank you. Hey, congratulations on your EP the other day. And thank you. You provided a lens that lets me see into the lives of a couple of their friends. Not that it makes me happy exactly, but thank you.

Hello sophieh, I haven't seen you around in a while. I'm glad you liked it. Come back! I'll do more!

Thanks everyone. I'm going OS-leapfrogging now.

'night.
Great analogy of the fading marker w/ the fading grasp on a child as s/he grows. It is so funny how parents think they "own" their kids, only to see them run away w/ friends over time. You really just borrow them, wind them up, and point them in the right direction and hope a pray a lot....