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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 11, 2010 12:07AM

Diphthong. Friday Dec 10, 2010

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The thing that he remembers is a sound.
She made it when she said the letter "I".
And evenings on the telephone, he found
An extra trace of "ee" within "goodbye",
Before they both hung up.  It glimmered so.
If others heard the word, they missed the part
That sparkled, glinted; no one seemed to know
Her accent carried stars.  By then his heart
Was hers.  But over time the stars would die.
And clouds would cover vowels where light should be.
The beauty of her single letter "I"
Would fade, till there was nothing left to see.
      He wondered then, at what they each became,
      When words all sounded pretty much the same.

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I don't know what to say. Wonderful poem but so sad.
Oh Bard..so lovely and so sad.r
I've turned this one all about and your edges interest me as much as your insides.

The same.
She became.
==
The sound
She, I
====
The would
he when
=====
He became
When
Same.
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The infinitesimal sparks of light that only eyes of love may see and only see when the flame of love is strong. How wistful it feels to take in your words of such presence and then such fading. So beautifully done.
Well done: the chronicle of a love foregone, in a reflection on sound and sense.
If others heard the word, they missed the part
That sparkled, glinted; no one seemed to know
Her accent carried stars.


.... If I ever thought anyone could see such magic in my accent I would jump right over the moon and land on one of those stars!

Magical .... purely and perfectly enchanting.

But that the magic disappeared .... that there was no "happy ever after" ... is darn sad.
I always admire the way you do so much within so few lines.
felt this through... and through R
It's always so sad when the magical eventually becomes mundane. But, there is always the hope of more magic!
Like heidibeth, I am bereft of words. This cut to the place in my heart where those memories lie buried, where hope has not yet shown signs of regrowth. This is, as hugsme says, "so lovely and so sad."
Her accent carried stars~
I feel you on this one, divorce bard.
You, sir, pack a poetic wallop. I needed an 8 count before I could come back with a comment.

Wow. Keenly felt. Loved the way you told it.

Rated.
Hello intrepid readers. It has become such a crapshoot lately, whether I'll be able to respond to your comments or not. It's all about workload, custody, and bedtime (mine). These are three difficult things to juggle, and I so appreciate everyone's patience.

heidibeth - Thank you. What you said says plenty.

hugs - Thank you so much. I'm glad the poem carries it for you.

scupper - oh careful. My edges can still be sharp, and my insides can still be pained. But not as much as before.

anna1 - Thank you as always for your kind comment. The posts are only beautiful when someone finds them so.

Pilgrim - I wish I could remember where I first read the sentence, "show them, don't tell them."

Kate - I have to tell you a secret. In the U.S., your accent would be a man magnet. OK? But that's only for first impressions...

Muse - I'm glad that it touched you. I am getting more and more intrigued by the rhetorical construct of the sonnet. I am happy to know that what I'm doing uses the form well. Thank you.

trilogy - Aha. Hope Springs Eternal (thanks for the reminder).

pastvoices - I hope you are ok, or on your way to being there. And I hope that reading my posts helps in some way.

catch - Ah, don't come near me, Spanish speaker, my heart will be so lost!

vanessa - what I just said to catch-22. And sometimes the most intriguing ones are those that are only a LITTLE bit foreign. One or two specific vowels, that go by so fast you start waiting for them, laying in wait for the part of speech that you know is going to carry them. They can be like Christmas decorations left over, well out of season but still sparkling.

Thank you everyone. I'm so sorry to be so late.