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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 28, 2010 12:28AM

Anonymous #10. Monday Dec 27, 2010

Rate: 12 Flag

Tomorrow I will dream the turnpike south
Then dream you going home I may forget
Precisely mappings there of eyes and mouth
And smile or strand of hair and will you let
Me move it from your eye behind your ear
I may not know you for another year

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Sorry. You must miss them so much.
Oh my ... I read this over and over again and each time I sigh at the loveliness ... the delicate beauty of your musings of her.

"I may not know you for another year" ... and I sigh again.
This one speaks to me. There was a period of time when if I could just get to the part of the day to dream, I knew tomorrow would hold promise.
So sweetly melancholy. Beautiful poetry.
rated with love
And still. As though we can not help ourselves. Still. We dream.
A lovely reaching out to your child.
This one's got me thinking....beautiful, as always....
I was the first one here last night but after reading it five times still couldn't post a comment. There was such longing and musing in it, like Kate, I could just sigh! Beautiful!
then it's a good thing, a very good thing, that the new year is almost here...
blurred, rich
and what scupper said...
i miss this. quality lit & the feeling reading it brings.
Oh DB I feel this one in the stomach and it hurts. You just say it so beautifully.r
Hello everyone. Thanks for reading. I want to inject one point, which is that my "Anonymous" poems are not about my kids. I just wanted to make that clear before I write the next one - you never know what sort of truth is going to turn up.

I missed a lot of sleep last night and then had to get up at 5:30 this morning. I am going to beg your forbearance and not respond to individual comments, so I can hurry to bed.

Thank you all so very much. Always, and sincerely.

Goodnight!
I must echo Little Kate here. Wow. Rated.