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Divorce Bard

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 28, 2010 11:04PM

Flash. Saturday Aug 28, 2010

Rate: 10 Flag

Some days when driving home from Trader Joe's,
Or soccer games, or errands here and there,
No longer dwelling on the path I chose,
Or what I lost, or how the kids will fare,

I get the strangest glimpses of a thought.
A feeling, really.  Something like delight.
And wonder.  And it comes to me unsought,
Unbidden.  Like a spark of second sight,

Or harbinger of something yet unseen.
All this from just a glimmer of the sun,
A cat returned, the slamming of a screen,
Tomatoes ripening.  The laundry done.

And suddenly, I'm set upon by bliss.
It only lasts a second.  Just a kiss,
And then I'm left with memories.  Like this.

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Look at me - First! It's because tonight we are in the same time zone, my friend.
This was great - It's all about what we've got and are thankful for - not what we don't have.
I like this, yes the future amd the present are good, do not let the past overwhelm them my friend. And enjoy that momentary kiss.e
Flashes and kisses and glimmers make up a masterful poem. Well done.
I loved this, so totally beautiful in every way, so optimistic and forward-thinking. RRRR
Beautiful, DB. It's those glimmers that keep us going. Thanks.
Wow! Such hope and promise contained in this.
I love that you've been set upon by bliss!
I know this moment of bliss.
This poem is so tight, so well constructed, just amazing.

To me bliss comes packaged in the Tyndall effect.
So much to learn from the way you work the craft.
I love those moments--so melancholy.
Flash of bliss! Perhaps such flashes can only come in the moments when we can let go and allow a space for them to filter in. Perhaps they are so special that they can only come in tiny little bursts and hope that we will notice them. Your words here fill my heart.
No longer dwelling~

I love the direction this one points toward. You are brave.
Oh, goody! It's getting better!
Hi everyone. I am so very appreciative, and you are all so very loyal. The next three days will be a little sporadic for comments, because the kids are with me after a rather long hiatus. I am downright fond of everyone who comments here, and want to thank you now, and in advance.

Gotta save my strength tonight. Posting and going to bed immediately.

Thanks again.