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Divorce Bard

Divorce Bard
pretty how town, USA
February 13
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 7, 2010 1:49AM

Goodnight #37. Monday Dec 6, 2010

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It's cold tonight.  The sky is black, and clear,
And I'm not going out.  I'll stay right here.
I'll keep my slippers on, and make my tea,
And wonder idly what she thinks of me.

Across the street, I see another light,
A window.  Someone else is up.  Goodnight.

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Mmm. Sweet, intriguing. What does she think?

Excellent as always, DB.
The quiet of the night when one is alone until, one way or another, one is not.
Each of us in our own little homes, in our own little thoughts.
Nice. I feel the warmth . . .
she? this is good? :)
enjoyed the quiet thoughts.r
Nice! Tonight, tomorrow night and every night...somewhere in the world out there, there's always someone this will speak to.
Lovely as usual DB. I am glad you have followed through so well with this project.
you always leave me wondering...who's she?
When I read of what your days and nights are like there, I pause to think of mine here and I am reminded that I live on the other side of the world to most of my OS friends. That feeling of distance sometimes makes me a little melancholy. Darn.

My days and nights here at the moment are filled with humidity and rain ... lots of rain. There is flooding in some parts and if the rain keeps up it will flood in my town too. But I am lucky ... I live high on a hill and the floods don't affect me personally.

And DB, your mention of seeing another light and someone else being up .... reminds me so much of when I would sit in a rocking chair in the middle of the night with each of my babies, staring into the darkness, feeling the quiet and aloneness, and then a light would come on in a house in the distance, and I would smile knowing that someone else was up too.
Pilgrim has had the best comments today, I guess. There's no besting them.

@Little Kate: I know that feeling. In the middle of the Caribbean sometimes feels like in the middle of nowhere.
I absolutely cannot believe this. You have been doing this for a year? **reaches up, closes mouth with hand** I'm stunned. I know what I'm reading over Christmas break.
Hi everyone. You will never get me to tell, never, never, never.


froggy, I don't really know. (And I am avoiding the question.)

anna1, aha. one way or another.

Pilgrim, I wonder how many of those windows contain a blogger?

Midwest, thanks. I'm glad it came across.

hugs, I don't know exactly. (I am avoiding the question.)

beckalim, well! Welcome to my little place! Thanks for coming by.

PattyJane! Wow, long time no see. Yes, I just keep plugging away. I am very happy to see you here.

Y... I have signed a pact with the muse that I will not reveal any details.

Kate, when I was rocking my two in the middle of the night we were out in the woods. No windows in sight, anywhere. I am very happy to have houses around me now.

vanessa, thanks. For coming, and for what Pilgrim said.

TGD, thank you for a very flattering comment. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

That's all folks. My post is ready, I'm going to put it up and get to BED!

Then I am happy too that you have them around you now ... that they bring a little comfort.
I was like Little Kate with my own little ones and then with my youngest granddaughter. She always fell asleep with me in my rocker each time she was here from birth to about 18 months. We were watching her while her parents went out for their anniversary and she climbed up in my recliner and fell asleep on me. She is much bigger now and it made me a little sad. I am often up late and find comfort in the windows down the street. I have insomnia and know that there is a hospice patient there and lots of nights the lights burn all night. Sorry to be late to this one!