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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 6, 2010 11:27PM

Awakening. Friday Aug 6, 2010

Rate: 8 Flag

Among my daughter's friends are just a few
Already turning coltish, singled out
By growing up, to wear an ancient hue
Of spring, and future.  Still they play, and pout
Like children.  As they should, and as they are.
But days continue on, meand'ring by,
And spring itself, that once had seemed so far,
Will bring its aching hope to heart, and eye,
And I will ache to see them drawn together,
As children choose the hearts that they will tether.

 

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I'd like to invite you to a piece in my sandbox, as well. Just click on the icon in my "favorites", above.
i quite like this poem, remembering a time when i knew girls that age. and when i was one. "an ancient hue of spring" is a good phrase. -rated-
And so fast they grow up.
Ah but "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now". Dylan's already been recognized...your turn!
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Absolutely gorgeous, DB! This one a beautiful treasure that should be kept for your daughter.
I read it twice---and aged three years between readings. You have that effect.
Hard, sometimes, not to look ahead toward the future of the child we see, the child we hold, the child we love. "As they should, and as they are. But days continue on ... And I will ache ...." But you will ache because you love and that is the greatest gift you give them, now, for life.
when our children are grown we look back at just how quick the time passed. the days do continue and meander on.
I was drawn here by your comment on my poem to this other one that talks about hue. Such a lovely and melancholy poem. I will now have another fine poet to return to read over and over.
A very lovely bittersweet poem. Now is it just me or is it how girls when they are younger play together with anyone and then as they age get cliqueish?