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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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OCTOBER 4, 2010 9:29AM

Next door: 408. Sunday Oct 3, 2010

Rate: 8 Flag

A miner with a parrot, and his wife
Lived right next door.  On weekends he would drink,
And wouldn't stop.  And something in his life
Had made him mean.  The neighbors all would think,
God there he goes again.  And hear a dish
Get smashed against the wall.  His wife would say,
"Now Will... now Will..." and ev'ryone would wish
She'd leave him.  Then the bird would join the fray,
And squawk "Now Will... now Will..." and on and on,
Until one day, indeed, she upped and left.
Then, weekends, he would cry that she was gone,
And pick a record out, and sing, bereft,
A drunk duet, with feathered friend in flight.
They'd sing, "Oh how I miss youHOOOOOOOOO.... toNIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHTTT!"

(My Nana told this, laughing till she cried.
I couldn't make it up if I had tried.)

Here is a recording of the song..

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This is poem #2 of 2, which I wrote while on the road, and was unable to post. The other is "Next door: 412."
Among her skills, your nana cooked up a great iambic pentameter.
For a minute I wondered if these were the people who left the dog behind. Guess not. Your mind never stops does it DB.
Clever prose!
Best Wishes,
Blittie
Next door. Remember when no one had air conditioning and windows were always open? Everyone knew everything about absolutely everyone. "God there he goes again." It was just the way it was then. People looked out for each other in their way, but they also had a sense of when to look away. Their windows were open too.
This is so true of apartment buildings. We, ex and I, always rented houses or trailers so that we wouldn't be overheard; loud or not.
This is so much fun to read. I love it.
rated with love.
Oh, I agree with Leon Freilich there...
Nana cooked great iambic pentameter!

(And mine's great too ..... NOT!!!)

This was a fun piece, DB! Very enjoyable!