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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 30, 2010 1:35AM

Shared Custody #3. Wednesday Sep 29, 2010

Rate: 11 Flag

It helps, once having coaxed the homework done,
Cajoled the scattered shoes back onto feet,
Doled out a final snack for ev'ryone,
And got them in the car, and in their seat,
It helps, when they've stepped through the other door,
And empty seatbelts circle empty space,
To not go home; but have a little more
Bewilderment, some minutes face to face
With passing strangers on the telephone,
Or maybe having coffee all alone.

 

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this says it so well. after being with us for 18 months, our now 5 yr old grandson is with his mother 3000 miles away. my son is trying, but talking daily on the phone is nothing like danny's hugs. (r)
You pick up the tiny moments that many barely see and let them paint the canvass of empty space once filled. Loss, presence - all carried within the arms of love. Thinking of you as you have your coffee, out there, before going home.
I look forward to your poems with my own cup of coffee every morning...~r
That vacuum when they step away is profound. You are so right in that some kind of transition is necessary.
I so admire your "dispatches from the front" approach. Though the theme remains constant, the chilling, amazing, parade of emotional details never fails to engage me.
As you put it so concretely, solitude has its benevolent uses.
empty seatbelts circle empty space~
Painful and simple and brilliant.
DB, this breaks my heart. But the way you turn simplicity into poetry is brilliant....not to say that the emotions are simplistic....not at all
Heart-rending moments of sad reflection
May you find strength through our deep affection
Hi folks. I've been putting in too many hours lately, and that's what pushes my posts to the wee small hours, and makes it very, very difficult to respond to comments individually.

But it is so wonderful that you all come by. Thank you.
This one leaves me speechless and melancholy. Very good!
I'm with Joan. You are at the core of the OS coffee club bard.