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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 18, 2010 12:20AM

After Moore: III. Friday Dec 17, 2010

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*Spoiler alert!* This is a serial - don't jump into the middle!  Part I is here.

A noise.  It could have been the house itself.
It had its repertoire of clunks, and creaks.
In winter I'd hear things fall off the shelf,
From radiators hammering for weeks.

A noise... I looked outside.  But nothing new.
Except the grass was covered now, with snow.
The neighbor's cat had left a print or two.
I knew she didn't have a place to go,

And so I went to let her in the door.
A noise -- and now my hair stood up on end.
I had a sense I'd heard this sound before...
When I was small.  And I could play pretend.

Meanwhile, the cat was purring at my feet.
I went to get her something she could eat.

- End of Part III -

Go to Part IV.

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I remember so well those "noises". The radiator clanking, the floor boards creaking.
Lovely. Thank you for writing this. I could see it all and your kindness to the cat.
I love these little slices of your life, DB. The noises, the snow, the cat, just a captured moment in a few lines. Thanks so much for your writing.
I just read all 3 parts, now waiting for part 4. Amazing how a poem can paing such a clear picture!
This sound ... the one you think you've heard before ...
when you could play pretend ... when you were small
Was it...? Is it...? Oh, can it really be...?
Oh I can't wait! Suspense is killing me!
Poor kitty!!!

And oh, the "radiators, hammering for weeks"! Got my teddy bear now!
I hear a noise, I look at my cats. If they are still in furry comatose balls of twitchy whiskers and curled up tails, I know all is well. They make great danger barometers...
Details with sails. They scud gracefully.
I love the care in all of this - word by word and line by line. I love the adult hearing of the sound - at first, and then the opening for mystery and magic. I am going to sit by Antoinette. You need to have a teddy bear near.
You guys are just great. What a cheering section. Thank you all.

trilogy: most of those noises are from my childhood. One particular house. But like you, I remember them very well - and yes, especially the radiator.

Janice, welcome! The cat is real, he wanders into my stuff from time to time (and he really is the neighbor's). I hope you continue to enjoy. (The cat will thank you.)

froggy: yes, a great deal is sliced out of my life here, but it's about to get a little... different?

heidibeth: aha! Another one pulled in. Now gather 'round close...

Kate: oh I just didn't *know* until *just now* what was going to happen! I'm going to post it in a second... now DON'T tell anyone!

Antoinette: perhaps some popcorn too?? That makes a movie night complete for my kids, how about you?

scupper: about to be a quartet! (Honestly, I'm not sure how long it's going to go on, precisely...)

Linnn: that's a great tip. Perhaps one day I'll have one of my own, and not have to rely on this diffident fair-weather friend next door.

Leon: spoiler alert!

anna1: no, YOU need to have a teddy bear -- I have the pen! But get comfy!

It is such a treat to tackle this thing in very small sections, and put it in front of all of you like a magazine serial. Thank you all so much for reading. I hope you continue to enjoy.

Your servant.
Sorry I am late on this. Goodness, in your comments it feels as though you read my "Christmas Past" but if you did you didn't comment -- radiators, house noices, fireplaces. I don't have a teddy bear but grabbed the friendship blanket I am making for my friend in South Carolina. Now off to read number IV.
Ah, yes, the "repertoire of clunks, and creaks": each home's voice.
this is almost pictorial, the clarity of the images