This journey I am calling quadrupedal Since over three days it will have four legs, This scruffy dog I am renaming Wheedle, For kisses he delivers while he begs. That dachshund is a desk upon whose back A halting sonnet I seek to contrive. The Goodyear grounded under skies of black: A Giant tethered by … Continue reading May 30: Night Drive to Camarillo
Month: May 2014
May 29th: Roughing Up
The final word of my initial draft Cuts like a fiery sword into my brain, And in my frenzy I shall seize the haft- For editing I'll need it's blade again! For even as I celebrate the end Of that most painful process of producing Fictional fabric which sharp eyes will rend Into which criticisms … Continue reading May 29th: Roughing Up
May 28: Hail to Purple
O tree whose bounteous blossoms glow between Silver-white brightness of overcast sky, The sidewalk gray, and foliage of green; Your vibrancy cannot but draw the eye In neon violet marching up the hill Flanking the street, perfectly parallel; Prolific panicles that gently spill Scalloped corollas in a silent knell. These brief, abundant weeks will end … Continue reading May 28: Hail to Purple
May 27: Storied Past
It's been too long since I have written fiction. Though sonnets with my talent set align, I can't deny my potent predilection For telling tales of more than fourteen lines. And so I wrestled with a piece of writing That previously had given me some trouble, Whose characters just wanted to keep fighting, And so … Continue reading May 27: Storied Past
May 26: For T
Three years ago, a group of friends amassed To watch the final Potter film together. That silliness felt jarring in contrast To the fell fate befalling their bellwether. There's not really a satisfying answer As to why that vivacious Hufflepuff Should have to battle terminal brain cancer; Because, perhaps, she's made of sternest stuff. For … Continue reading May 26: For T
May 25: Roman à Clef
Each couple has two origins: the one They tell their families and then the version Their friends retell, not just because it's fun, But also from their own tales it's diversion. That pair who met “at work” met in a bar; In World of Warcraft is “we met online;” “We're high school sweethearts” means he … Continue reading May 25: Roman à Clef
May 24: Pamplemousse
A grand dame, gems a-glitter at her throat, Smiled down at my and husband's hands entwined, Remarking on how obviously we dote Upon each other. Oh, how she maligned Those lovers who ignored each others' eyes To stare at glowing screens throughout the meal, And after eighty-seven years she prized A life well spent enjoying … Continue reading May 24: Pamplemousse
May 23: Open Up
When work's intense and sleep's in deficit A change in schedule can be bothersome; Annoyance, which resolves into a snit Do not such welcome differences become. For when work's done and sleep is immanent And music dances lightly on the breeze One can't maintain a state of discontent, When sun and joy conspire to bring … Continue reading May 23: Open Up
May 22: At the Close
This is a moving-boxes time of year, When piles of paper stacked precipitously On horizontal surfaces appear To cast their leaves away capriciously. And as shed sheets infect desk after desk They settle on the work that's been assigned And keep appearing, paperwork burlesque, Resulting in paralysis of mind. While teachers yearn for summer to … Continue reading May 22: At the Close
May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
Forgive me, Interwebz, for I have sinned: I fear that humblebrag I have committed. Before my Facebook access you rescind, Extenuating factors I've submitted: Exhibit A: the brag was full of joy In shared accomplishment; Exhibit B: I have invited others to enjoy- It's all for a good cause (Exhibit C). Yet, Lordy Lou! I … Continue reading May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
Libby Weber 