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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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NOVEMBER 2, 2010 12:45AM

On/Off. Monday Nov 1, 2010

Rate: 8 Flag

Today we did their homework, ate a snack
(Or candy, really -- loot from Halloween),
I let them watch a film, so I could pack:
Karate Kid, which they'd already seen.
And then we crossed the hill.  Their mother's back.
Like someone flicked a switch that says LOVE/LACK.

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No switch to flip. Love stays "On".
Oh DB, my heart goes out to you tonight.

The switch stays on ... the light is just a little dimmer.
I'm with trilogy on this one! They sure love you...
Thinking of you and the way space feels so differently when we come back home alone. All the while, though, the love still flows.
Amazing how the heart endures and what it endures.
I won't belabor what seems the general consensus regarding your switch. But the sharp, yearning feeling...
Hi trilogy, Kate, Linnnn, anna1, Midwest, c&v and vanessa.

You are all right on the money. Thanks for reading, and thanks for reacting. I was just struck (for the umpteenth time), when I handed them over, at how it's kindof like opening and closing the door to a kindergarten classroom. All it takes is closing that door, and they are not in your life.

Or maybe a variation on The Karate Kid:

Lack ON
Lack OFF
Lack ON
Lack OFF

Thanks for coming by, as always. And thanks for many months of watching me crawl out from under my troubles and lick my wounds a little less.

Thank you, intrepid readers all.
This one broke my heart. But they are right that the switch stays on.