I so look forward to each Saturday Not just since sleepings in the days enhance, But also since I plan two hours to play And sweat with those who also love to dance. We work the choreography, then drill The basics, stretch, and run the dances slated For upcoming performances, instill The staging so we … Continue reading September 20: Steps in the Right Direction
Month: September 2014
September 19: Dead Men Tell No Whatsits
West County be me dialect, me gait Is not unlike the rolling of the swells, And this wide world I'd circumnavigate To take a richly laden caravel. I give no quarter, nor expect I none From vessels I attack, and I'd be blowed To see me salty crew mates thus undone By craven coves who … Continue reading September 19: Dead Men Tell No Whatsits
September 18: Boast With the Most, or In the Mead Hall
The hallowed land of Lincoln was my home, My father's house of mighty logs was built With watchful eye the acres I did roam Preventing blameless blood from being spilt. Each day as I would tread the twisting trails, I sent a dozen songs out on the breeze- My merry music made the wicked quail … Continue reading September 18: Boast With the Most, or In the Mead Hall
September 17: Solve for X
Ten years ago today we two were wed, And seventeen last June was our first date. And fifteen years in August our homestead We made on my arrival in your state. Next year will be the equinox of years Spent with you and without you in my life, The next year's yours, and if we … Continue reading September 17: Solve for X
September 16: A Brave Front
I spoke a dare aloud while raindrops fell In golden straws and gentle sidewalk spots, And as the shower waned, I might have yelled Unto the thunder Is that all you've got? But then a blast of wind flung dust and leaves And banged recycling bin lids in defiance. As residents crouched underneath their eaves, … Continue reading September 16: A Brave Front
September 15: Skimmers
To purchase shorts is summer is a task Best suited to the patient and the mad, For store employees shrug whenever asked, And point you at the clearance racks. Too bad Your choices there are generally restricted To Daisy Dukes with with rhinestone snaps in sizes Too small and large and with odd flaws afflicted- … Continue reading September 15: Skimmers
September 14: Take the Heat
September has a sickness and has laid Upon the air, which moves but won't abate The listlessness and weakness that pervade As heat and heaviness on all conflate. The evening cool and morning dew imply The fever may have broken in the night, But as the sun ascends the morning sky, Pernicious sickness manifests its … Continue reading September 14: Take the Heat
September 13: Name That Tune
Once, fifteen years ago, I heard a tale Of how a classic song had been conceived, Which sprang to mind today in some detail, While bits of music I sought to retrieve. For as I pondered how tunes are constructed, And sang the ones that I thought found success, A novel one appeared quite unobstructed … Continue reading September 13: Name That Tune
September 12: A Spoonful of Sugar
A drink of water didn't do the trick, Nor hic did holding breath and swallowing, And scaring me won't happen, trust me. hic Rather, hic I'm self-pity-wallowing. I'll suck hic lemon, breathe into a bag, Though by these remedies I can't be cured- I can't go back a meal and this time lag, So to … Continue reading September 12: A Spoonful of Sugar
September 11: The Watched Pot
I watched a pot of soup until it boiled To thumb my nose at that old aphorism And see the gently swirling beads of oil Refract the working light like tiny prisms. While flakes of parsley circulate below The tranquil surface, wispy ghosts of steam Disperse, as bubbles grow and burst, but no, It only … Continue reading September 11: The Watched Pot
Libby Weber 