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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 4, 2010 12:44AM

Messenger. Tuesday August 3, 2010

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There were no children in my life today.
I spent the better part of it alone,
And working.  It's the most effective way
To use the time; and honestly, I've grown

To like it.  All except that vacant space
Where there should be a presence, or a voice;
I work, to trick the absences I face,
And make them think there's no one here by choice.

At six, I took a break to walk in town.
I bought a cup of coffee, then sat down
To write; somewhere a toddler said hello.
The voice was tiny.  And I had to know

If this was someone I had ever met.
It wasn't.  But I don't think I'll forget
The sound.  The single word had washed away
The quiet, leaving peace.  I chose to stay,

And just gave up on writing in the din,
To let this tiny stranger's cadence in.

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Sometimes as I read your words, I feel as though time slows allowing me to meet the moments of your words and savor each gift that you give. I feel that here as I stay myself to let the tiny stranger's cadence in. Funny the messengers who bring us peace as long as we open the door. I think I needed to read your words today and much as you needed to write them last night.
Kim and anna1, thank you for coming by, guys.

Kim - do australians refer to groups of mixed company as "guys"?

I think everyone must be on vacation, or I just need to get out more, to visit a few more blogs. Been awfully quiet around here lately.

You guys -- and trilogy, where the heck is trilogy? -- never stop. Thanks for coming by.
Here I am! here I am! couldn't get online yesterday - too much work and then a party!!
This one was so sweet.
The single word had washed away
The quiet