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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 13, 2010 1:08AM

Ready for School (A Triolet). Thursday Aug 12, 2010

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No, put it down.  Come on, we have to go.
You need... your hair?  You haven't brushed it yet?
Okay, okay.  We're in a hurry though.
No, put it DOWN.  Come on, we have to GO.
It doesn't leave the house.  I told you, no.
Now put your shoes on, please.  Yes, I'm upset!
No, PUT it DOWN.  Come ON, we have to GO!
You need -- your HAIR???  You haven't brushed it YET???

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I.do.not.miss.those.days. 3 girls, remember...you don't know anything about "hair".
& DB I just love how you do this. You're liking this Triolet thing aren't you? i can tell.
I shouldn't, but I had to smile at this. It can be frustrating waiting for girls to get ready. You are having fun here DB, methinks. ~R~
Oh dear. Back at it, huh? My kids don't start until just after Labor Day, but I'm dreading it already....especially getting my youngest to brush his hair. One would think such a small thing wouldn't be such a huge pain.....one would think.
You are mastering the triolet! R-
Sorry to be laughing as I type, but, oh! I love the way you have played with this and I hear the angst as it grows!
"No, put it down..." If only I had a nickel for every time I have said this at the top of my lungs or through gritted teeth. I laughed hard at this, but I know it is not funny at the time.
Ah, school morning stress! Our issue was simply waking up . . .
I love it, I can see the rush and all the uncombed hair.
The repeating lines are perfect here, sounding the urgency
and a nagging parent's impatience. Extra ??? a brilliant addition.
You know, every single thing you write is a marvel._r
lol!!!

you're so much better at this form thing than when i first read you, and might i add, you were darn good.
Thanks all. I can't find enough superlatives to tell you, repeatedly, how wonderful you are to come by.

tril - You're right (only one daughter). But very, very long hair, does that count?

Fusun - Hello! Smile all you want. I will too, until school actually starts.

Katy - not quite back at it, not yet. Anticipating it though. But a hairbrush was one of the first things we bought for my apartment.

Dave - thanks. I'm really enjoying it.

anna1 - if you are laughing as you type, then I have accomplished what I set out to do. There's no reason I can't recycle an aggravating memory into something more useful, yes?

Linnnn - another one laughing! It's okay. You're not laughing at my expense -- I WROTE it at my expense.

Pilgrim - yes, ours just BEGINS with waking up. But that's a hard start too.

Poetess - thank you so much. I was afraid I was getting carried away, I'm glad it worked.

Joan - oh, please be careful - once you say something like that, if you don't show up on a single day's comments, I'll be afraid I'm just no good anymore!

Renatta - where have you been?! I do love the formal part. I am happy to see you again.


I read this poem to my daughter this evening. She laughed as much as any of you. And now if she's late getting started one morning, I can threaten her with another one.

Thank you all, once again with more superlatives than I can muster.

Goodnight.
Oh this is fantastic. This is every blessed morning of my life. Do you live in my house?
This is so real and sooo good.r
Hi froggy and hugs.

So... I hit a nerve, huh? It was a lot of fun to write. Thanks for stopping by.