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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 15, 2010 2:01AM

-7 C. Tuesday Dec 14, 2010

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Tonight the neighborhood is crystalline
Where breezes scatter diamonds under light.
Some sev'ral hundred million that I've seen
May settle down for calmer winds tonight,
And leave a trace of wishes on the ground.
For coming home.  For were it only so.
For having one or two good friends around,
All written by our hurry in the snow --
Forensic evidence of lines and lives
That intersect, not knowing, here and there.
One soul has left that house; here, one arrives.
And one is gone, now shimmering on air.
        And up ahead, a cat runs off to hide.
        I wish, and turn the key, and come inside.

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an audible sigh hangs in the air. Loved it bard! r
Your words in every line here comfort me this morn.
Another one of your perfect sonnets! If you lived close to Kansas City, I'd have you leading writing workshops every weekend. Rated with great admiration.
"And leave a trace of wishes on the ground"
Eres un mago. Sabias?
this is perfect
I'll need to come back again and again to it
Gentle. Seasonal. Heart is here.
Souls cross our paths each and every day and yet, sometimes often, we come home to be greeted by the sounds of nothing, of emptiness. We talk to, and are answered by, our own thoughts. Those thoughts and the feelings that well up inside somehow seem more tangible on a cold winter’s evening.

My Christmas wish for you DB is that you’re house be filled with love and laughter and they be your blessing all year through ... and then for always, my friend ... for always.
Thank you, patient and dogged everyone! I feel horribly guilty for mistreating you - it's sheer and utter neglect. Thank you for continuing to come by, while I stay up to my ears in things I haven't done.

Muse, yes, I heard it from here. Thank you for reading, that produces a sigh as well.

anna1, hooray. I don't know what weather you're having just now, but once it drops below freezing, comfort is all the more important!

Shawn, thank you - the temptation is almost enough to make me get in the car and see a bit of America on the way to you. Now if only I could write that off my taxes...

trilogy, why thank you. When I went to bed last night, I was afraid it didn't work. So thanks for returning my confidence.

catch, no se nada. Pero me encantan, las palabras, todas que me encuentran. Did I say that right?

vanessa, aha - you really do miss the winter, don't you. When I am very, very rich, I'll bring you some snow in a bottle.

scupper, yes well, the season tried to crack my face the other day, with a sudden freeze. It was on my mind.

Kate, thank you so much for your wishes. And only the very best to you, in return. You have been a wonderful reader.

Thanks again to everyone, so very much. More to come!

We are getting ice tonight and this rang true. Like A Persistent Muse I, too, heard the audible sigh! And, loved it!
'Tis always my absolute pleasure to read you, DB.