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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 26, 2010 2:39AM

Anonymous #9. Saturday Dec 25, 2010

Rate: 21 Flag

It's Christmas.  Not like any other night
But somehow ending pretty much the same
As recent evenings past, or still in sight
And wholly unaffected by its name
This Christmas night, of slighty muted hue
I let my mind drift sleepily to you.

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Just Merry Christmas to a wonderful father and a talented poet. Goodnight.r
I know how hard it must be but you write about it so beautifully..
Yes, Bard, that's the reality of it all. you capture it so beautifully, as always. Good night, my friend.
Sometimes, the drift at the beginning of sleep, is simply the best part of a day.
And I wonder if, as she fell asleep, that perhaps her mind drifted to you? I love to think this might be so ....

In case you didn't already know ...I am a hopeless romantic! Honestly, I can't help myself ! I'm an incurable romantic!
Oh so simply and oh so eloquently spoken this.
this ends with a sigh
both on the poet's and the reader's part
Merry Christmas bard. Thanks for your sharing of talent and journey. A blessed and surprisingly fine new year to you as well. r
An interesting take, realistic in the midst of all the fantasy. Thanks for your gift all year long.
You might have to get new lights then, so that you get the fuzzy eyed, warm glowed look on everything.
A sigh is right, as vanessa said. Good to rest before whatever is going to happen next shows up and starts happening. Were I a betting person (ahem), I'd bet your version of unaffected is okay for just now.
The holidays are so difficult. Sometimes one's thought drift, whether we "let" them or not. Let's concentrate on having an improved new year.

Lezlie
... wholly unaffected by its name
- only you, DB.
This made me a little sad. My friend's estranged daughter was to meet her yesterday. Her mom is the only one she has kept up with, but at the last minute Christmas day, she cancelled the plans with her mother. My friend said, "I will get her presents to her later, but all they will be is stuff. Christmas presents lose the magic after the day has passed." I know what she means. It always breaks my heart to find that a present hasn't reached my grandchildren before the special day, because the day makes it special. I may be reaching and this may not have nothing to do with where you are, but it is what came to mind when you wrote, "...wholly unaffected by its name."
Oh to have your courage... Rule 1 in particular. please to make your acquaintance.
g*
Thank you all for your very thoughtful and very, very late night Christmas wishes. They were wonderful to wake up to, on a very peaceful and very, very late morning.

hugs, I sincerely hope I can live up to both. Thank you.

Lunchlady, hey! Thank you for coming by, and thank you for a very nice compliment. Truth be told, it is a lot less hard than it was when I began on OS. OS seems to do that for people, yes?

trilogy, you're here so often I have way run out of words to say thank you.

scupper, I so agree. I have spoken to many old and new loves, living and dead, and hoped for, at this time.

kateasley, hello (don't see you around here much, no?) and thank you.

Kate, I suspected that of you. I confess to the same condition. It is terminal, I hear. But it takes a very long time.

anna1, you don't know how gratifying it is to get that comment - for some reason, this simple little poem took me longer to write than any of the sonnets in After Moore. Sometimes is pours out like water, sometimes I have to squeeze it for every drop of oil, like an orange peel. I am so glad you enjoyed it.

vanessa, yes definitely on the poet's part. A sigh from the reader tells me I might have said it right. Thank you!

Muse, hmm, a surprisingly fine new year? I do like the sound of that.

Lea, it wouldn't be gift except for the very thoughtful readers who have returned it manyfold. Thank you.

Dave, thanks. And thanks again for your weekly PP list.

Oryoki, I know... do they make lights in aubergine? vanessa was using that a night or two ago and the effect was tremendous.

catch, hmm. That simple little (ahem) is begging all sorts of questions. But yes, unaffected will do for now.

Lezlie, hey! Thanks for coming by! And yes, even though 2010 saw great improvement - especially in the Christmas department - let's have a great year.

jali, thank you for your PM. And thank you for coming back.

Kim, thanks man. I don't know if you're right or not, but thanks.

pastvoices, it's funny how a phrase can carry different impact to different people. I do feel bad for your friend, it must be very sad.

Leon, thanks mate.

I see that the feed has suddenly gotten much busier -- all that pent-up enery from Christmas? I'm off to post, then read. Thank you all again, for coming by, and thank you for your wishes.

And best wishes to all of you!
Fox, it is such a pleasure to see you here. And it's not courage, really. It's pigheaded rigor. Other parts of my life are a mess, because... they're too easy? Or something.

Thanks for reading.
Merry Christmas, Bard friend. Hope it was good.
You suspected it of me? And I of you.

Terminal? Oh dear ....
sweetfeet: thank you. It was actually quite nice. I am finding my way on that.

Kate: yes, terminal. But it can take as long as 80-90 years to run its course. Not to worry.
Languid and reminiscent of many Christmases. Rated.