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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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SEPTEMBER 1, 2010 1:08AM

Berceuse. Tuesday August 31, 2010

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Some years ago, I learned some lullabies,
In Spanish, and in French.  I liked to sing,
To put the kids to bed.  They'd close their eyes,
And though they couldn't understand a thing,
The gibberish would take them off to sleep.
I'd offer up each song to be a prayer,
And have it given back, a gift, to keep
As long as I could hear, and breathe the air.
But over time, along with other gifts,
This faded, and I put it on the shelf.
The songs are lessened, as the singer drifts
Away from bedtimes, singing to himself.
Tonight my son lay down and asked for one,
Inviting me again to touch the sun.

 

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There is a serene delight in this re-encounter with a personal enchantment that has no comparison.
this is so tenderly written - beautiful :-) (I used to sing Spanish and French lullabies too)
A dad quietly lulls his son to sleep
And precious memories are his to keep.

May you touch the sun now and always, DB.
My favorite so far Bard, that you would sing in French, a lullaby, captures the heart and imagination. What lucky children.
What a sweet moment for you! How nicely described: I like the way you give us the background, and the regret, to set up the close. You touched the sun again with this.
Tears fill my eyes as I read your last words. How could he have known the gift he gave from a gift you'd given long ago, gifts of love both and so very perfect.
Hi everyone. You are all so very kind to come by and comment. And I am so very tired, and can't respond except in this one-size-fits-all note. The last few days have been particularly fatiguing. So I am turning in.

I'll be more talkative tomorrow night, I promise. Thank you all.
Lovely. I wonder if the nocturnal meter you have going isn't your own lullaby.

The last word makes me a little sorry you're attached to perfect rhyme, even though I understand the meaning and how it's a lovely turn from night to day...still, the moon is dreamier, more quiet.