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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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OCTOBER 4, 2010 9:24AM

Next door: 412. Saturday Oct 2, 2010

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410.  Photo by the author  410.

A tiny red-brick house, a street inclined
For sledding: steep, and treacherous for cars
And small pedestrians.  Where coal was mined
Nearby.  The neighbor had no time for bars,
But coming home from work, he liked a beer.
His wife would pour a glass, and just a bit
To give the little girl next door.  She'd hear
Them say Hello; together they would sit,
The neighbor and the five-year-old, and chat.
He drank his glass, and she would sip her shot,
And then they'd talk at length of this and that.
The house is there today, the neighbor's not.
His memory remains, though slightly dim.
Today she saw the house, and thought of him.

 

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This is poem #1 of 2, which I wrote this past weekend, but was unable to post. The other is "Next door: 408."
How little it takes sometimes to take us back in time and to moments and to people we once knew.
So beautiful, your talent is so perfect to the form you chose.
rated with love.
Dear Bard, so sorry I'm a tad bit late.
Beautiful memories you do orate!

Such beautiful reminiscences. I very much enjoyed this walk down the street.