The sign read “Wanton Soup,” clearly misspelled, Inviting one for dumplings served in broth. I must confess my appetite was quelled Imagining the culinary froth That would be violent soup, like cruelty, Assembled with malicious unconcern, Or lewd and lawless soup whose novelty Entices all to taste and end up burned. And yet such soup … Continue reading August 10: In the Soup
Month: August 2014
August 9: Full of Noises
Past midnight on a muggy August night, All ceiling fans turned high, windows thrown wide, The full moon bathing all in silver light, A silent dog and owner pass outside- But my dogs think that dog a mortal threat And with their barking house and home defend Five seconds later, they've cause to regret- They're … Continue reading August 9: Full of Noises
August 8: Watching the Watchers
With house lights up, arena stages let The audience, once settled and in place, See not just every facet of the set, But also every audience member's face. And with a mustache or a lock of hair, The seemingly familiar will beguile And lead one to consider and to stare- Is that someone I know? … Continue reading August 8: Watching the Watchers
August 7: Jargon Infarctions
When one constructs a mystery or thriller, Recondite research must be done, because It's not enough to know who is the killer, The reader must believe in what he does. When injuries occur, make sure you know If death could follow; if so, why and when. Or ask a black ops soldier, who can show … Continue reading August 7: Jargon Infarctions
August 6: Fancy Plants
Magnolia, crowned with pearly blossoms stands, With silvered boughs aloft in shapely poses, Enameled leaves like shining emerald hands, Luminous flowers' scent delights all noses- A striking scion of an ancient race, Whose forebears predate bees for pollination, Arboreal epitome of grace, And source of taxonomic irritation. But when leaves brown and fall upon the … Continue reading August 6: Fancy Plants
August 5: Score
Wherever I go, music follows me, Accompanying everything I do. It demonstrates persistent industry, Enticing me to sing at every cue. Some other folks have soundtracks of their own, Observable in how they move through spaces. And one can never truly be alone When yours with someone's music interlaces. Of course, not everyone on earth … Continue reading August 5: Score
August 4: Mind the Gap
Sometimes I wish my brain came with a switch Designed to lessen mental disarray By flipping all my thoughts without a hitch Between transcendence and the everyday. Thus, in the midst of requisite routine To wandering daydreams I would be immune, And while creating, I'd remain serene Untroubled by concerns most picayune. And yet, I'd … Continue reading August 4: Mind the Gap
August 3: Luxury of Laps
One swim revealed that I was out of shape. The second showed it's easy to improve. The third time out I managed to escape With only broken goggles- I could move! And on the fourth, new goggles now procured, I managed to complete my old workout, Though celebration would be premature, As tempting as it … Continue reading August 3: Luxury of Laps
August 2: Inclemency
A summer in the midst of coastal scrub Is not a normal time or place for rain, As evidenced by copiousness of shrubs: That's all our meager rainfall can sustain. And so an August beach bonfire would seem To be a suitable, in-season thing, So much so that no-one would ever dream That climate might … Continue reading August 2: Inclemency
August 1: Handfast Friends
Today, two individuals were joined, Four siblings, eight immediate relations, And over sixteen other friends enjoined To give support and joy to celebrations- For love of one another two were wed, For love of two, so many came together To give good wishes for their road ahead; That it be strewn with great things altogether. … Continue reading August 1: Handfast Friends
Libby Weber 