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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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DECEMBER 4, 2010 1:39AM

First #2. Friday Dec 3, 2010

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That night, I sent a note.  It'd been a year
Since last I sent a note.  She'd not replied.
I sent it.  Six days later, I would hear
That someone else's childhood crush had died.
Not mine, or hers, but someone's.  Then came days
Of no reply, again.  I couldn't know
The ways my note, the last, had failed.  The ways
It didn't touch.  Perhaps it didn't show
The what - discretion? urgency? - it needed,
To neutralize the here we go again.
It'd gone for an entire year unheeded;
Could be, ignoring it had been her plan.
      And then she sent a note.  To me.  Today.
      She answered me.  I'm not sure what to say.


"It'd" has problems, and the scan here is affected by them. I've written a short post on the word in the sandbox.

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we never know what to say, perhaps, as cheesy as it may seem, take a page from our youth and "say anything"?
I hate the endless quest for clarity and being understood...made so difficult by attempting it with those who refuse to engage or who prefer passive aggression...This seems so familiar to me...
That would be difficult to deal with. Maybe hang on to it for a year . . .

Could have used "Had been," no? (preceded by a dash rather than a period to avoid the fragment).
Perhaps you're not quite sure yourself, I wonder, of what you want to say or want to hear. Sometimes we simply write and simply hope that our reader's heart will hear what we can barely say.
It seems like she doesn't quite get it...or doesn't quite want to. Either way I think you won't be wordless for long...

Maybe? ~ To neutralize the here we go again
After an entire year unheeded
The silence can be the worst. But then sometimes, just say anything, and then maybe she will say something and then as the whole dialogue progresses the two of you will figure out what each is trying to say. For now, maybe it;s enough to know you wrote. And she wrote you back.

Now... if she takes another year to respond. Well that also says SOMETHING.
I agree, the silence is the worst. Wishing you calmness and peace.r
I would rather be greeted with yelling than silence; it is a killer. This is a painful verse.
Oh, I can imagine the memories that float once more in your head, the feelings that pound heavily in your heart yet again. I hope that they give way to the clarity that you need so that you may know what to say.

Wishing you so very well, DB.
I wouldn't even begin to give advice on your "It'd" problem. you are the master. But the silence, I get that.
Thanks everyone.

@everyone - Please check last night's post as well, I commented really, really late.

Veronica - you're right. I never, EVER imagined being where I am now.

vanessa - perfect. although I'm still wondering what you say to your characters...

Muse - maybe I've said too much already. But you're right about it being an endless quest.

Pilgrim - hm... "had been" would have added one extra syllable to the line, no?

anna1 - I have no idea. Really, no idea. And honestly, the likelihood is very, very small right now, that we'll ever wind up in the same city again. As you say, "perhaps we simply write."

catch - I admit it: Yes, I usually do not have trouble finding words. And as to your line suggestion, your specific idea would break the scan. But there are others like it, that would have avoided "it'd". Next time I won't wait so late to write. It's amazing what the brain can do when it's rested.

Antoinette - yes, another year would say plenty. It would speak volumes.

hugs - yes, the silence is the worst. But I've had much worse, in other parts of my life. Sometimes silence is just quiet, eh?

pastvoices - oh, I'm not sure about that yelling part either!

Kate - thanks. It's hard to say what's going on. Kind of like raking the leaves off the forest floor, and being surprised by all the seedlings underneath.

tril - you flatter me so much. But I didn't master it, did I? I just wrote a blog post to admit defeat!

Thanks again, everyone. My evenings are very full, with your comments.
Re your comment -- Kind of like raking the leaves off the forest floor, and being surprised by all the seedlings underneath

DB, what a glorious analogy! Oh, I'd love to see you write a verse encompassing that image. Raking away the old and finding new life ... seedlings of new thoughts ... old thoughts ... memories ... new beginnings.... ???

Beautiful analogy.
New beginnings always good. New connections also good. Your comment about finding the seedlings is right on the money. Gotta dig and scratch to find the new growth... Hope the connections continue for you...