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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 8, 2010 1:58AM

Hunter. Sunday Nov 7, 2010

Rate: 9 Flag

Today he picked a stick up off the street.
And gave a few experimental flicks.
He thought the curve it had was really neat.
(And please - don't get me started: Boys And Sticks.)

He asked about torpedoes. 
                                                         And I thought.
And thought. 
                            And then I realized what he meant.
A boomerang was what he really sought;
This stupid stick was all that he'd been sent.

But nonetheless he threw it, down the street.
Imagining his quarry's sad defeat.

 

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I have a couple of boomerangs sitting on my study desk ... but they're more ornamental than true working boomerangs. If I could get one to you for your son, I'd gladly send it over.
Clever of you to make the connection. I like the line breaks and spacing as you're in uffish thought.
Boys and their imaginations and fathers who take the time to follow their lead, follow their thought. Fathers who take the time just to be with their sons. Special this.
Quit an imagination - you both!
I so loved watching my boy grow into a man, I wish it had moved so slowly. You made me focus on a long ago image I had forgotten, but that stick play put us in surgery until five in the a.m. while they repaired his tear duct. The stick was a light sabre vs. a telephone pole. I would have preferred a torpedo or a boomerang!
oops, forgot to rate!
. . . and the stick's return.
one day I'll explain why this touches me so
Hi everyone. I am way too late answering these. Thank you all for your continued patience. I keep thinking I'll get to slow down!