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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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AUGUST 2, 2010 1:25AM

Diner. Sunday Aug 1, 2010

Rate: 6 Flag

I had my daughter for the afternoon.
A friend had come back home, from her vacation.
They had to have a playdate just as soon
As she was here; this bit of recreation
Made custody a little less exclusive,
And made me feel like less of a reclusive.

I took them out for ice cream, with one other,
Whose sister's earache kept her home in bed.
I did it as a favor to her mother.
"Thank you, so much!  No soda, please," she said.

We stormed a local diner, for the treat.
The three of them preferred the counter seating;
They clambered up, and sat with dangling feet,
And truthfully, liked spinning more than eating.

Then I recalled a diner, far away.
My uncle took me there when I was small.
I see the counter stools; but to this day,
I can't remember what I ate at all.

He must have felt this -- richer than the king,
For doing such an ordinary thing.
I wish the girls the memory as well,
So they can have a story they can tell.

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Sometimes you choke me up a bit db,
and I cannot tell you why ...
These are the moments that fill our hearts and give us gold for all of our lives.
Ah DB, small slices of life you give us, small and bittersweet sometimes.
TY
Another great one. It's like when they loved to play with the cardboard boxes more than the gifts that were in them. You tell it so well.
Oh! We are exactly on the same page today...
Those spinning counter stools_ a memory cherished by children everywhere...
Beautiful as usual with a tiny slice of bittersweet along with it_r
Hi all: Kim, anna1, rita, tril and Joan. I'm getting into really late nights again, as stuff stacks up and I try to knock some obligations out of the way. Thank you for coming by, and thank you for commenting. You're all great to keep coming back, day after day. Now I have to get to bed, so I can come back tomorrow.

'night. And thanks.
Nice. Very nice. "richer than a king/For doing such an ordinary thing" and then that you bequeath the experience to them. That's good.