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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 22, 2010 1:53AM

Goodnight #30. Thursday Oct 21, 2010

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We tumble in, as though we hadn't time
To take our shoes and coats off at the door.
And things go flying.  Then the kids say "I'm..."
And grab a snack -- and soon they'll ask for more,
While I clean bits of cheddar off the floor.
The day had nothing special to recite.
But it was lovely, just the same.  Goodnight.

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O happy man, thanks.
"... nothing special to recite." Your "lovely" here says everything.
sounds just right.
Bard, you write such perfect verse. I envy your talent.
As you know, Bard, or should know, I read your poems daily. There is an ebb and flow to them just as there is ebb and flow to our lives. Even the ones written when there is "nothing special to recite" belong there.

In case you don't realize it, you are writing a substantial book of poems. I'm telling you, there are a lot of people out there ready once again to read meter and rhyme. It is like coming home for us.
sounds really good.r
I love your goodnight poems.
rated with love
that sounds soooo familiar, especially the snacking and the cleaning after them

but it is lovely, just the same
E'en though the day might seem ordinary
Time with kids ... Special ... Extraordinary
A picture of dear domesticity.
Oh, the cheddar crumbs endeared.
"Nothing special to recite" is still moments in time to capture and capsulate.