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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 18, 2010 10:01PM

After Moore: IV. Saturday Dec 18, 2010

Rate: 14 Flag

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

I gave the cat some tuna.  As for me,
Since it was Christmas, cookies seemed the thing.
An absent-minded glance toward the tree
Gave thought to stuff that Santa used to bring.

That noise outside had set my mind adrift,
To Christmases when presents came from magic,
And joy was wrapped in ev'ry single gift,
And grown-up words like devastating... tragic...

And separation, never brushed my ear.
I wondered what he'd bring for me tonight,
If he were real.  If he were coming here.
Some magic jar of Yes, or Second Sight?

And then, the cat.  She tapped me with her paws,
And jumped.  And there he was.

Yes.

     Santa Claus.

 

 

- End of Part IV -

Go to Part V.

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Wistful and sweet.
"grown up words," Second Sight." This is great.
Okay, now I went back and read the others, even thought this one could stand alone. Geez, you really are brilliant.
This has been a beautiful grouping and I agree with Sweet, brilliant. I remembered being a kid in my last post. Where only simply being a kid was the job.
Oh Bard, reading them a second time all together was wonderful.
You DO believe!
woops...forgot to rate...You deserve it!!
Yes, Yes, YES! It WAS Santa Claus!

Oh, thank you for this magic, DB!
A jar of Yes (make mine a double, please) with a side of Hindsight.
The cat knew all along.
Your first pun.
Like a gift. Thankyou Bard, these were beautiful.
Oh Bard. How I do love this. The interweaving of life now, life then and all that has come in between and yet, somehow, the magic that still allows the magic. That, perhaps is the greatest magic of all.
This was wonderful, the build up of suspense was terrific.
The turn from "magic" to "tragic"--very well done. But there's still magic in the world, it seems.
Just read and rated the other three and now the fourth--what a wonderful Christmas journey. These were my favorite parts from the series:

"And so I went to let him 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."

and

"And separation, never brushed my ear.
I wondered what he'd bring for me tonight,
If he were real. If he were coming here.
A magic jar of Yes, or Second Sight?

And then, the cat. He tapped me with his paws,
And jumped. And there he was."

Lovely and touching...
Hello everyone. Thank you for staying through the adventure so far. It is taking a couple of unexpected turns - I guess when you're writing to grownups in the 21st century (as opposed to children in the 19th), that's to be expected. I don't think life is all that much more complicated now -- we may have angst and undercurrents, but they had ghosts.

Fusun: thank you for coming along. It's always a pleasure to see you here.

sweetfeet: thanks for your second note - I'm going to stick the spoiler alert in all of them now. Your comment is extremely flattering. But working in iambic pentameter, I have one particular bard always looking over my shoulder - and HE was brilliant.

pastvoices: that is very nicely said. Thank you for staying with me here, while I explore things a little.

trilogy: yes Virginia! And writing these has gotten me reacquainted with him, in some way.

Kate: thank you for being so willing to read. I hope I'm not stretching the original too far. Thanks for your vote.

catch: be careful how you dip into that jar, it can be very, very intoxicating.

Kim: my sister pointed out to me that I didn't put the little " - End of Part N - " at the bottom of this one (I'm fixing that now), so she thought it was over. It's not over!

anna1: wow. That is very nicely said. Thank you!

Antoinette: what I said to Kim. Not done yet! Just curl up for a little longer.

Pilgrim: your comment, specifically, is very welcome. I was terrified of the word "tragic" - I was sure I was telegraphing, on a silver platter. Thanks for reassuring me.

Caroline: the first quatrain that you quoted there was a little miracle of rhyming words. I had "end". "Pretend" was a gift, that let me pivot at a crucial spot. I just love this stuff.

scupper: thanks. There's more - I hope I don't go saccharin.

Thank you all for your dogged determination. And look! No commercial interruption!

Goodnight!
those gifts would be truly welcome