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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 25, 2010 12:34AM

After Apoapsis. Tuesday August 24, 2010

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These afternoons, the sky is dominated
By gray.  The light is hardly getting through.
Although the monstrous heat has now abated,
The weather has us all a little blue,
As shorter days return, and summer wanes,
And sunlight yields the day to August rains.

And ev'ry year, it comes as a surprise.
One day, mid-August finds us unprepared.
There's something of a loss in people's eyes:
A hurt that spent the summer unrepaired,
Or just the sense of time that children know,
When summer break is done: where did it go?

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I have always loved August. Perhaps that is because it is my month. Still, I understand the loss of summer, one season that should be filled with sun and energy and love. "A hurt that spent the summer unrepaired." My memory of this is in the fall, but I understand it and feel the pull of summer waning. I rarely see your poems at night, but this one I was meant to see right now, in the dark, on an August day when heat broke and rain came. I never simply read your words and walk away. I read them and hold them and know them and, when I am ready, hear their wisdom. Hearing wisdom now.
Funny, in my part of the world August is when the sun finally comes out. I always so looked forward to the start of school so that there could be some semblence of order and routine. That's all gone now, which I guess would be part of my "unbalanced" feelings these days. (not that kind of "unbalanced"!!
Hi anna1 and trilogy. Quiet day! Thanks for coming by.

anna1, you always seem to find something that my posts resonate with. I am really happy to have you as a reader. And I'm very happy that the poems bring you something.

trilogy, that's right, you're on the other coast. And I agree with you wholeheartedly, on the start of school. I think when the weather really turns to a crispness it will feel different. Right now, it's just a humid relief from the heat.

I am posting much earlier than usual tonight, because I took a break at dinner time to look at the weather some more. Thank you both for coming by.