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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 24, 2010 11:46PM

AL 288-1. Friday Sep 24, 2010

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Imagine ape.  A hominid, of mind
A tipping-point away from spoken word.
And language uncreated, yet to bind
An object to a symbol to be heard,
And said, and said again.  Imagine saying;
The charismatic power of a name
Abstracting ev'ry facet of portraying,
To sound -- so thought would never be the same.
Imagine Love of Word.  Imagine rhyme.
Three million years ago, imagine song
Or verse, become immortal over time,
Two hundred thousand generations long.
Consider if the bedtime songs you keep
Were Lucy's, when she couldn't get to sleep.

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I'd like to put something here that wasn't language, yet. Or the sound of a child humming.
Sometimes a simple growl or bark
Or utterances perhaps more stark
To dispel the horrors of the dark
Can be assumed to carry powers
To placate those times, those hours
In that place ones central being cowers.
No need for complex articulation,
Just some vocal to evoke placation
Of suspected evil's animation.
A melody of soft sweet sound
Where peace, gentility resound
And hopefully some joy can be unbound.
I think Lucy pretty much slept with one eye open at all times.
I love coming here DB. I think I learn a little something each time. And this time I learn about Lucy who roamed the earth 3 million years ago!

Trying to imagine Lucy's world makes me very, very thankful for the simple gifts and comforts that we have in ours.
"A hominid, of mind / A tipping-point away from spoken word." That's so clever. Also "Imagine saying."

This is just soooo good.

But don't you think she dreamt of seeing a boat on a river floating past tangerine trees and marmalade skies?
Oh my! How I love this! Perhaps for Lucy as for us, the first rhythm, beat, music, lullaby was the beating of her heart. Perhaps some of the songs are exactly the same. Wonderful piece.
Great ending couplet. Very nice for me on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
Wonderful poem, I love to think of Lucy singing.
rated with love
I always marvel at your abilities with verse and the touching manner of the subject!
Hi everyone. I wrote this after listening to a really remarkable report on the radio, that will probably be a sandbox post soon.

c&v, I know. Utterances with less specific meaning. But I have a feeling the transition was incredibly rapid. My guess.

Jan I hope I'm not getting repetitive, by saying how much I enjoy your coming by. It might have been a scary thing, 3 million years ago, wondering what was on the other side of the dark.

Linnnn, you're probably right. We can only hope she had lots to eat.

Pilgrim, it would appear that Lucy did evolve a bit, eh?

anna1, if a tune's origin is lost to history, then why not?

Brassawe, I've seen her skeleton. It made me want to know something about her. So I made it up.

Romantic, it's a very moving notion, isn't it.

pastvoices, thank you. Thank you for continuing to come by.

Goodnight everyone. You're the greatest.
I find your thought on everyday encounters inspirational and I have hoped you would not mind my responses in poetic form. My poetry comes very easily and it takes but a few minutes for some mysterious mechanism to drop out a poem once the coin is inserted.
This is amazing. Time travel in verse. So kind of Lucy to share...and so kind of you to share as well. You and Jan Sand are quite the combination.