This morning of discomfort seemed a test Compounded by a dreadful weariness, A list of tasks to daunt the doughtiest, And not a moment's peace to convalesce. Impediments aplenty multiplied, The burning candle's ends should then have met But when my desperation I implied, This Montague perceived her Capulet, For help arrived in stranger's kindly … Continue reading January 21: Unexpected Kindnesses
Month: January 2014
January 20: Eighteen And Up
Each moment has a truth that can be caught, In picture, memory, or written word, So even when the context is forgot, The meaning still is there to be inferred. So even though I lived too late too see Just who was darling as the buds of May, That is the least important part to … Continue reading January 20: Eighteen And Up
January 19: What Dreams May Come
I closed a book of poems and my eyes, And as I drifted softly into sleep, A voice inside my mind began to rise Mellifluous enough to make one weep. I can't recall exactly what it said, If Shelley, Blake, or Keats, I couldn't say. My body froze, as if though full of dread, Anticipating … Continue reading January 19: What Dreams May Come
January 18: An Italian-ish Sonnet Inspired by Austrian Music
I breakfasted with Mozart Saturday: Fantasia on Là ci darem la mano, For clarinet, not baritone/soprano, So gone was the seductive interplay Between the ingeneue, whose fiance Would disapprove, and Count, whose andiamo Is more than just a dance, comprendiamo, The dainty steps of being led astray. But seated also here, my own Massetto Engrossed … Continue reading January 18: An Italian-ish Sonnet Inspired by Austrian Music
January 17: Consummation
I think I have been drunk too much this week, Consuming all and being thus consumed. And though this madness on myself I wreaked, The mania is heady as perfume. Across the world the feverish unite, Awash in anxious hopes and nameless fears, Prepared to praise and curse the very sight Of episodes for which … Continue reading January 17: Consummation
January 16: Meh
I do not wish to write a poem today. I'm tired and do not have an ounce of wit. I can't think of a blessed thing to say, And if I did, it likely wouldn't fit In fourteen lines; my thoughts could be so small, They'd barely fill a stanza, or they might Require a … Continue reading January 16: Meh
January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
When due to lengthy days my grain brows tired My langurative figuage can get skewed, As if my cerebellum is woss-crired, Producing oddities that round quite sude. These stunning cunts of speech make consequent That I am comprecult to diffihend. When only I can tell just mutt is whent, I'm tempted to let dilences sescend. … Continue reading January 15: A Soonerism Sponnet
January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
Keep dogs away from bushes on your walks, For food and varmints draw them by the nose. With rubber boots, eschew short cotton socks Unless you like them crumpled at your toes. When eating ramen, cool it as you slurp. Gel pads in old brassieres can spring a leak. Horchata plus prosecco equals burps That … Continue reading January 14: Life Lessons 3,284,925 to 3,284,934
January 13: Reflections
While on unbroken paths today I roved, Persuaded by a minor injury, I found myself within a sunny grove, Whose eucalyptus contemplated me. I paused to meet one's eye, and there I found That to the trunk small mirrors had been fixed, The joints and knots now winked, and all around Reflection, art, and fancy … Continue reading January 13: Reflections
January 12: An Unlucky Charge
A playoff loss has brought our seaon's end, And while it would have a joy to see Not just one quarter's worth of scoring trend, And penalties and sacks the other three-- The onside kick was thrilling, our success Rejuvenated fan and team morale. The turnaround caused Denverites distress, Was Mile High now a lucky … Continue reading January 12: An Unlucky Charge
Libby Weber 