Abundant and unstructured time's a prize That slips away from every firm embrace. One really shouldn't find it at surprise When tasks appear to fill an empty space. When needed sleep must cease when it's your turn To tend to someone else's urgent need, And food's delayed since you unwisely spurned Your pantry check and … Continue reading April 20: Come and Go
Month: April 2014
April 19: Ass Transit
I caught a ride downtown with friends, which meant I made my big appointment in good time. But when I left part way through the event, I found my transit options were subprime. The nearby bus signs showed a transfer point With my connection just a mile away. When I arrived, my nose got out … Continue reading April 19: Ass Transit
April 18: Self-Compassion
On days when tiredness stymies memory, I do not tax my brain- it is unwise. I focus on the rudimentary, The fundamental on which work relies. And when my voice is tired, I must respect Its limitations, even though I chafe To sing full-voiced, I know that to protect The instrument means shunning the unsafe. … Continue reading April 18: Self-Compassion
April 17: One Hundred Seconds of Solitude
How fortunate are we to live in times When libraries exist most everywhere, Which burst with novels, research, art, and rhymes, And we can call upon them through the air. And still, the tactile pleasures of a book Remain when from a screen your eyeballs sting And you desire a solitary nook In which to … Continue reading April 17: One Hundred Seconds of Solitude
April 16: The Manhole
In a greensward that I walk past every day, A yellow scaffold warned me to take care, In my distraction not to go astray And fall into those innards, now laid bare. To see a space revealed beneath the ground, Gainsaying the solidity of sod, Is fascinating, though it can confound To see that the … Continue reading April 16: The Manhole
April 15: Blood Moon
Full moons are lovely but familiar sights. They cast their gleaming silver and evade The sharpened shadows of a ravenous night, Until encountering Earth's umbral shade; For when most sleepers to their beds' embrace Succumb, hushed conversations will emerge When neighbors find their spouses have misplaced The telescope that passed their latest purge. My seat's … Continue reading April 15: Blood Moon
Apirl 14: An Extremely Juvenile Sonnet
They say the penis mightier than the sword, But sometimes writing makes one's conscience prick- It's hard on one to keep one's own accords, If one does, celebrate with spotted dick-- For cheap laughs are a tool one should not use, And if you find that door and turn the knob The package that you … Continue reading Apirl 14: An Extremely Juvenile Sonnet
April 13: Stages
This afternoon, I practiced songs I knew Enough to sing by rote for the first time, And then this evening, pieces that were new I read and sang, ambitious and sublime. Each stage of learning has its devotees, The first accessing networks that were formed In practice, and the second, cortices Newly connected, leaving one … Continue reading April 13: Stages
April 12: Satu and Son
It's worth it to acquire a yearly pass For visiting the San Diego Zoo To press your nose against the pane of glass That separates orangutans from you. While those great apes are peaceful, dull they're not, Their personalities are singular, And to the young ones certain skills are taught And in new generations they … Continue reading April 12: Satu and Son
April 11: How Tweet It Is
The World Beer Cup awards are streaming live, While “Spring Awakening” has its Tweet night, And “Don Quixote” spectators contrive To keep the opera open one more night, As my best friend quotes “Mary Poppins” lines, Another, lyrics from They Might Be Giants, I understand from corporeal confines Technology delivers blithe defiance. Yet no-one speaks … Continue reading April 11: How Tweet It Is
Libby Weber 