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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 9, 2010 11:58PM

Speechless. Saturday Oct 9, 2010

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There is no special power in my hands,
Or in my eyes; I cannot cast a spell.
The stuff from islands and exotic lands
Is not in me.  The stories I can tell
Are small, and bound to earth.  No one takes flight,
There are no ugly hexes to rescind,
No evil eyes that haunt you in the night,
Or spirits, good or bad, upon the wind.
And grace is not the province of my speech.
I have no magic talent for the tales
Of giving it, or finding it in reach.
Instead, I shuffle out-of-place details
And hope that something I can say will please.
And wish that words come raining down with ease.

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Thine words doth come down with ease-
to ponder upon, to smile and to please.
'tis a nightly pleasure to read your tales
of life's gentler moments in your ways.
~R
Yet the tales you tell are ones that reach to the very core of the heart!
What greater journies are there?
r -
And grace is not the province of my speech.
I have no magic talent for the tales
Of giving it, or finding it in reach.


Thought one of your rules was it has to be true.
What you write and say IS magical. Don't every doubt it or yourself, my friend.
Day after day, you make it look so easy. That's magician's work.
islands are overrated
some people long for autumn's fierce colors and mountain cold

and iambic pentameter with perfect rhyme? that is magic to me
beautiful poem, I can understand the longing to weave such magic. you do, you know, perhaps not as you imagine.
These days magic does confer
Powers I would most prefer
Were not so casual to command
By the rulers of our land.
Demon machines to soar like owls
With death encased within their bowels,
Spells that speed through space like light
Summon disaster from the night,
A subtle grin, a wink of eye
And populations scream and die.
Better magic is confined
To break of day, to peace of mind
When gentle breezes tremble leaves
And one knows gifts one receives.
Dearest Bard, Come to our side of your words to see what we see, feel what we feel, ponder what we think and how we dream and how we laugh and grin and sigh. Every visit we make to your page is one we make to a friend, one we make to sit by your side as you look at all there is of life. Special power, magic spells: you have all of this and more. More because midst all the rest, we find grace to be the province of your speech.
Instead, I shuffle out-of-place details
And hope that something I can say will please.
And wish that words come raining down with ease.

Very nice, indeed. And I promise never to use an umbrella. I love walking in the rain .....
Visits to your page are like rain...oft falling within the desert of our thirsty hearts and minds. Thank you again Bard. R
The talent and magic within this left me speechless. ;-)
"I have no magic talent for the tales"
I beg to differ, sir. your talent IS magic.
you do please. how else can the pleasure derived from reading you be explained?
And something you have said did please.
And wish that words come raining down with ease :) r
No one takes flight,
There are no ugly hexes to rescind,
No evil eyes that haunt you in the night,
Or spirits, good or bad, upon the wind.

Whoo-oo ... I thi-ink you're wro-ong ...
Okay! Okay! Thanks a million everyone, I was actually trying to respond to another poem and say something like I-wish-I-could-give-you-what-you-are-asking-for-but-I-can't. It came out wrong, but wow, what a lot of nice things to say! I am just bowled over by you all.

Fusun, You've been reading for a long time. There have been some not-so-gentle ones too. Thanks for sticking with it.

Whale, Where Yhou Bheen?

c&v, it's complicated. but technically speaking, you and I are expressing *opinions*, no? Editorial license. (Inapoem???)

Kate, you are so sweet. I wish I could write you into a happy place.

ladyslipper, that is one of the highest compliments I could hope for (making it look easy). Thank you, a thousand times thank you.

heidibeth, OK!

vanessa, I'm going to have to go back and look at the witches' scene in MacBeth. I'll get back to you.

Oryoki, thank you too. If there's any magic, it's in the favorable comments I get back -- like the applause that brings Tinkerbell back to life.

Jan, oh man, you went all dark on me. Come back.

anna1, wow! That was beautiful! (And thanks!)

Midwest, great image. Thanks.

Muse, really, really sweet. Thank you.

pastvoices, you too. Thank you.

trilogy, then why is it so darn much work? It ain't rainin' here, lemme tell you.

Renatta! (Oh nuts! I missed your last post! Don't be afraid to send me a note!)

Brassawe, thanks man. Hope I wasn't too hard on you last night.

hugs, I'm telling you, at 1:30 in the morning I could use a little more ease, sometimes.

Kim! Getting ready for Halloween? (Hey, do you guys do trick-or-treating?)

Thanks again everyone. Oh MAN look at the time. Nuts.

Goodnight.
Reading your poetry does put me in a happy place, my friend.

So you see... it IS magical!