I may (or may not) be around for today’s Open Link Night (Live!) festivities at the dVerse Poets Pub, but I thought I’d share this piece with you, one way or another. I try to keep up with my Morning Pages Regimen, and I fished out and revised this one (originally drafted last February) for tonight’s share. I hope you dig it, whether I get to read it out loud or not.
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Temple Bell Failure
Whatever happens after the bell’s third chime,
if anything happens after the bell’s third chime,
is almost never what he’s been hoping for,
almost never something that comes easily or
flows like it ought to after the bell’s third chime.
Whatever it is that used to hurt still hurts
but new hurts arise, and old hurts never fade.
Nothing that’s new stays new forever, so
fresh and new must do what fresh and new
are destined for: to age and wilt and hurt.
Page after page after chapter after book,
nothing new ever comes his way; nothing
ever happens after the bell’s third chime.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Open Link Night (LIVE)
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Knockout!
Pretty sad too.
Too sad! But I did like it Ron.
Sad, but so well done!
This is beautifully evocative, Ron! I love the use of repetition here ❤️❤️
But time is a healer, Ron! May the hurts wilt away into ash and nothing. I enjoyed the rhythm of this as I read it, so well-written.
Aww, I feel bad for him. So sad …
Very sad, but well-written. I hope things improve for him.
Maybe the temple is not the solution… I hope there are other means to overcome sorrow.
So very sad and also and unfortunately a reality for so many.