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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 11, 2010 1:30AM

Poetry Fu. Sunday Oct 10, 2010

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Some time ago, I studied martial arts.
Long Fist.  A choreography for one,
Of balance, strength, and form, in sev'ral parts;
But only half -- the piece that's left undone
Is all in triggers.  Certain types of blows,
Or threats, or combinations of a few,
Will set in motion all the artist knows:
A brutal choreography for two.

Two years since separating from my wife
I started down an odd, quixotic road
To pull some thoughts together on my life,
And maybe even somehow, to decode
The triggers and mistakes that took me there.
And balance, strength, and form were all I had
To capture darkness, hopefulness, or prayer,
In words, to stop me slowly going mad.

Now, having seen the anger dissipate,
The form has started changing, and begun
To shape a half a dance; to dedicate
A space for an intruder; to create
A metered art of something yet undone:
Another choreography for one.

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"And balance, strength, and form were all I had
To capture darkness, hopefulness, or prayer,
In words, to stop me slowly going mad." - This is rich.
I think the half a dance is the hardest dance to dance,
so much of it lies in waiting.
Apart from iambic pentameter I think it's the hardest thing of all.
"To shape a half a dance; to dedicate
A space for an intruder; to create"

Time does heal, doesn't it DB?
Or you could get one of those coir mats with "WELCOME INTRUDER" printed on it....

(This reminded me of the Jackie Chan movie poem.)
With rigor, strength and poise you’ve seen it through
And now we watch you take new steps … dance again.
Keep dancing DB! This poetry fu
Is such a special thing to see, my friend.
Always your words move me. Here, the dance, half a dance, choreography for one, of one, triggers, balance, strength and form, to slowly stop me going mad. Then form changing, shaping half a dance, creating something yet undone, another choreography for one. I wonder if this is the most important part of the dance, if sometimes the hardest, the half dance to learn one's own balance, strength and form in order to find oneself. I wonder if sometimes this is the missing step that undermines the dance. No missing step here. Perhaps this is the dance least understood and most necessary. Perhaps.
Dance the whole dance, Bard.
Beautiful, as always. I love the extended metaphor and dissonance of the the Long Fist "dance." There is always "something yet undone" is all of our lives--regardless the dance we dance...
Congrats...the slow recovery. I'm glad to read it is happening.
half a dance...
Your new inspiration is making wonderful poetry ...
The discipline imposed by meter helps, no? Green lights punctuated by red insure a slow but steady trip.
First of all, I love your extended poems. We get to see more deeply into your thoughts. I think you have a gift of describing space--both literal and figurative.
Enjoy your gift so very much.
"Now, having seen the anger dissipate,
The form has started changing, and begun
To shape a half a dance; to dedicate
A space for an intruder; to create
A metered art of something yet undone:
Another choreography for one."

these are images that would make a heart glad, how beautifully expressed
space for an intruder~
I love where this seems to be headed...
Hello, wonderful people. I'm unable to respond tonight, I'm in a very distracted state just now. Of late this hasn't happened with any frequency. Tomorrow will be different.

Thank you all.
The half dance is the hardest. I can't keep my balance.