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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 29, 2010 12:19AM

Two Thousand. Thursday Oct 28, 2010

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I told her how to better get to sleep,
The nights she can't.  Be still and close your eyes,
And then a little twist on counting sheep:
Go backward, from a thousand.  Soon, surprise,

You're out.  And though I promise I'll come in
To reassure her just in case she wakes,
Somehow the backward counting is akin
To hypnotism.  All the time it takes

Is time to do the dishes, and to dry.
She asks me, why a thousand.  I reply,
To give you room -- a hundred's not enough.
Some nights, I know, it's really, really tough.

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Sweet, sweet bed time. I should be doing dishes too...
a couple thousand, a couple hundred thousand some nights. Bard, damn sometimes I wonder how it all turned out the way it did when you talk like this..
Backwards from a thousand.... I would find myself waking and continuing likely, as if the counter had continued in my dreams.
"To give you room...." Treasure here. Treasure.
It's the little things, isn't it?
Very nice meta-addition to the poem via the title - an often lost and/or neglected art that you seem to appreciate and leverage better than most. Rated.
I certainly second what Variant has said.

After reading quite a number of your poems now, the thing that shines through them is that they were written by a good human being at bottom. That is the base line. I am not therefore leaping to the conclusion that I would enjoy breaking a lot of bread with that good human being, but that base line is nonetheless an auspicious sign.
Thanks all. I am crashing and burning on an impossible schedule. But there's always the kids' soccer games!

Thank you all for coming by. Have a little more patience -- beginning Tuesday my time is going to have a lot of unused acreage.

Goodnight everyone!
Variant Fox and Brassawe are better at this than I am. I am moved by 'to give you room', I feel all girls need much more than the one allotted them.
I couldn't possibly count backwards, I would lose track, have to begin all over.
But I show myself a scene, tell myself what if, and begin a tale that fails to see its conclusion.
This is really beautifully written; it's feels like a huge embrace of your daughter. Very tender. Thank you.
When you sleep, it bring another day, a new perspective, another way to deal with something that will not stop, will not go away, the new reality. I have in the past spent many nights planning my dreams so that my life would feel different, I would be happy. Those days are now long gone, but you are right, sometimes you need 1000 and then poof, the angst is really gone. I am sure that in time, a few sleeps away, the place will be different, the sky brighter.
You are so right that 100 is too few. I am going to try the 1000, I have such trouble sleeping though that I often function on four hours or less -- like today.