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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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NOVEMBER 17, 2010 1:03AM

Rescue. Tuesday Nov 16, 2010

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That spring, he had been writing to escape
The loss, and had immersed it under tides
Of ink.  Not being someone who could ape
An absent feeling, but instead who hides
From other souls to gauge the bitterness
Of rocky shores, he knew the pain was dead.

Dark waters held no life.  And less and less
Would he remember things that had been said,
And done, or not.  That time was over.  Hours
Contracted to a point, and disappeared.

And slowly he found old forgotten powers
Returning, thoughts he long ago had feared
Were gone, took flight as seeds borne on a breeze,
To touch the universe, and moments came
When pain released would bring him to his knees.

And sadness, all around, was set aflame
With beauty.  There was wonder to redeem,
And darkness filled with light enough to dream.

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"Rescue," stands out like the sunrise. So beautifully written. I feel delight and a gentle hope.
Very, very good. Several lines here I love.
"...under tides Of ink"
"when pain released..."
I see it all.
"When pain released would bring him to his knees."--we've all been there, for sure!

"There was wonder to redeem,
And darkness filled with light enough to dream."--you are are on the mend... and a great ending couplet!
This is absolutely beautiful. I can certainly relate to the material (but I never could have put it as well) and reading it caused a feeling of well-being to wash over me. I would love to hear this recited (Alan Rickman would do nicely!) R
What a beautiful last line! One for the ages certainly...
set aflame/With beauty~
Eso!! Self-resucue and the day finally arrived.
Onward and upward, Divorce Bard.
Come the times
Inapt for rhymes;
Reach into bank
For verse that's blank.
And so you did,
You metrical kid.
Wow, DB, the transformation in you is well reflected in the transformation in your writing. Great stuff, beautiful poem, and happy for your transition.
It is so wonderful when the pain of "what happened" begins to fade and we can begin to slowly move forward. This is one of the best!
Ah, dear DB, this speaks to my heart and makes me smile.
That something beautiful can emanate from life's pain.

The injured life gives way to a treasure
Near unimaginable. Beguiling.
A jewel in life beyond true measure.
Natural and pure. A gift of being.

The world is our oyster. Imperfect. Whole.
The pearl - a lithe and unencumbered soul.
Thank you all for coming by. I haven't been nearly as good about coming to read everyone else's blogs. Thanks for your patience, as always.

And tonight, I need to post and run. A little time looks like it's coming soon.
...darkness filled with light enough to dream. This poem has so many beautiful words and thoughts embedded amidst the pain memories. R.