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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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JANUARY 29, 2012 1:05AM

Anonymous #15. Saturday Jan 28, 2012

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As much as I would miss your closeness, still
No memories exist, of you and I.
Perhaps tomorrow night, a small one will.
Not knowing helps the days go idly by.
 

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I thought I'd try to redo my idea from last night, but in English. My admiration for people who translate song lyrics just went up a few notches.
So maybe, Kim was right? Either way it is lovely. And you should be so pleased at how much we all enjoy your poetry. Because that is real. Good Night BD.r
Words can wear a beret
Or a cowboy hat,
Can run in sneakers at high speed
Or waddle mired in fat.
But whatever guise they wear,
Whatever their attire,
They must sparkle into truth
To burn with vibrant fire.
that was a nice little bit of anticipatory rhyme, db.
And my admiration for you has gone up a few notches. R
That sounds like you would appreciate this...
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A lovely quatrain. There is a yearning in the anticipation.
On its own, a curious paradox.
r
A wistful wisp of words faintly flickering.

I love Jan's last two lines, too: Words that must sparkle into truth
to burn with vibrant fire.
Your words make me think of time ... in a way ... we don't quite know ... it ...
I'd like to think "perhaps" leans more to the possibility rather than the uncertainty, DB. (I know, essentially, they mean the same thing but 'possibility' has more of a positive feeling to me.)
Hello everyone. Tonight the kids are here, and nothing could be more lovely.

hugs, I almost spilled the beans in responding to you, and then I caught myself. Anonymous will remain forever, anonymous. But more importantly here: yes I am pleased, and take great enjoyment out of everyone who enjoys my writing. A great deal of it is literally true. Sometimes I go off on a hyperbolic tangent, but who doesn’t, the first time they lay eyes on someone? True, still.

Jan – I agree with Matt, your last two lines are exquisite.

femme – thank you. And the longer I have to sit around anticipating, the more poems I write. (Please don’t get tired of them.)

Michelle – thanks. If I had gotten the French right, I might feel like I deserved it. But you’re very generous, thank you.

Algis – your typographical creations are getting more and more elaborate. Thanks for gracing the comments with them here.

Pilgrim – thank you. And yes, there is yearning indeed. It makes different synapse fire than attainment, don’t you think?

hilarad – now you remind me suddenly of AtHomePilgrim’s post today, because of The Fantasticks. One of El Gallo’s most beautiful soliloquies begins with “There is a curious paradox, that no one can explain…”

Matt – Jan’s comment was very nice, wasn’t it. So was yours. (Thank you)

anna1 – I’m at peace with Time for now. (Not sure about later!)

Kate – definitely the possibility. Two years ago that would have been less true.


Thank you everyone, as always, for your faithful readings. Writing these has a certain pleasure of itself; but the pleasure is all the greater, when you come by.

Goodnight!
And then again, maybe not. We shall see.