One week a year, Eleven Sisters gather From east and west and far across the sea, From south and north we come, we who would rather Abandon lives, though temporarily, To court sad Melpomene and to laugh With Thalia, with Polyhymnia To sing on creativity's behalf, And hope our families are blessed by Hestia, For … Continue reading July 11: Word Sisters
Month: July 2014
July 10: Treat Retreat
A texted photo of the dogs asleep, Their legs askew. Laughing in awe and mirth At strength and balance, sitting in a heap After I lost my own, upon the earth. Dramatic readings of e-mails from work. Absurdly wonderful orchestral fusions. Receiving e-mailed queries with a smirk From someone next to me who's in seclusion. … Continue reading July 10: Treat Retreat
July 9: Self Care
On such days as one's organs will conspire Against coherent thought, what can one do Apart from rest, recover, and retire And hope the brain will be restored anew? Indulge in World Cup, perfect omelets, With stimulating stories interspersed, Refreshing hot tub soaks with forceful jets, Accept some days make mediocre verse. Yet, poor mental … Continue reading July 9: Self Care
July 8: Birthday Presence
When you spend time with friends but once a year And you've ostensibly converged to write, Your first task is to take the time to hear Each story; reconnect to reunite. Collectively, we've lost, and we are grieving; We've made mistakes, wrote things that made us proud, Annoyed Goliaths, complex interweaving- With one another's lives … Continue reading July 8: Birthday Presence
July 7: That Rings a Bowl
A dozen singing bowls- which do I want? The stoneware vessel that makes molars shake? The painted brass whose sound seems nonchalant? Does ample character equal mistake? My fingers first alight on red, and since The bowl agrees to sing for me, the rest I hardly try, assuming they evince No notable vibrations in the … Continue reading July 7: That Rings a Bowl
July 6: Weird Processor
When there is just one CD drive on hand And it’s in a PC that’s six years old, To rip the files takes longer than one planned, And syncing to the cloud takes time untold. And so to pass the time, I chose to write, But there’s no Open Office here, by heaven! I gnashed … Continue reading July 6: Weird Processor
July 5: By the Bayside
Philosophers and artists of all types See nature as a source of inspiration; For seas and roses, stars and tigers' stripes, Give rise to figurative infatuation. Still others find the works of human hands- Cathedrals, tombs, Chicago, Grecian urns, And broken statues issuing demands- To be the things for which the spirit yearns. But, oh, … Continue reading July 5: By the Bayside
July 4: Sound Judgment
The soundscape differs on a holiday- Construction sites fall silent, and the thrum Of traffic fades beneath the morning gray, As though the clouds absorb both sound and sun. But sizzling grills and children's' merry shrieks Will herald hot dog lunches on the grass. And Stars and Stripes Forever seems the peak Of sweet nostalgia, … Continue reading July 4: Sound Judgment
July 3: Putting Words in His Mouth
While Shakespeare wrote innumerable lines That have forever changed our lexicon, Too often one mistakenly assigns A phrase to him that must then withdrawn. He did not ask what tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive- that's Scott. No man's an island- this you may believe, But Donne it is, and Shakespeare … Continue reading July 3: Putting Words in His Mouth
July 2: A Tale of Honey
A poet sees the flower as a sign Of transience, and beauty that will fade. But to a plant, a blossom's fair design Ensures its pollinators will be staid. And pollinators, heedless of the part They play in reproduction, blindly seek To take their tithe of sweetness and depart; No poetry the process would bespeak, … Continue reading July 2: A Tale of Honey
Libby Weber 