When one's been buffeted by fickle waves And left so weak it's difficult to stand, Those tentative first steps will be what saves You from the blandishments of solid land. For while it may seem safest to avert Future ordeals by lingering on shore, Contentment may be found by the inert, But joy is found … Continue reading September 10: Sea Legs
Month: September 2014
September 9: Goodbye, Chuck
At first, was a case of touchiness Which oftentimes suggests that I am tired, But gradually awareness coalesced That something was amiss with my insides. It then became a trial of withstanding Until I reached a place of privacy And waiting, shivering for understanding Of all my symptoms alimentary. And after hours of curling in … Continue reading September 9: Goodbye, Chuck
September 8: Training Wheels
It's nice when one is training new employees When complications with simple solutions Arise in those precise technologies That I know intimately. Resolutions May seem impressive, and when reproduced Assume the awesome aspect of amazing: Phenomena invoking the abstruse, And improvising masterworks of phrasing. But ultimately, I expect no thanks For helping someone master competence- … Continue reading September 8: Training Wheels
September 7: Fortune Favors
When heat demands escape by any means The beach would seem a perfect place to turn, Where ocean breezes cool the space between The savage sun and water; to discern If such a trip is wise takes too much time, And, moment seized, we brave the crowds and sand To find not only are conditions … Continue reading September 7: Fortune Favors
September 6: Tycho Brahe’s Pet Moose
The beauty of the internet is this: All things connected via hyperlinks. That simple queries stand at the abyss Of boundless knowledge and unplanned high jinx. Perform a search on Henry Purcell's life, And one may find the name of his librettist, Who translated a poem that was rife With medicine and gave a name … Continue reading September 6: Tycho Brahe’s Pet Moose
September 5: Sonnet for Prepared Poet
Why in heaven's name don't people read? A fugue is a more complicated game. Art goes within and I don't see the need- It was a pleasure and now just the same. Do you live or do you insist on words? Consider this non-dualistically: I accepted the major and minor thirds; This is pleasing momentarily. … Continue reading September 5: Sonnet for Prepared Poet
September 4: Counted Sweetest
The football season kickoff was tonight, Which spelled the end of those fantastic days In which I wore the golden crown outright, My badge of victory. How fortune plays Desire! I, who had finished in last place So many times before, should then succeed- The joker suddenly became the ace, And found herself reluctant to … Continue reading September 4: Counted Sweetest
September 3: No Thanks?
A fad of gratitude has spread throughout My social media, and challenged all Who read those thanks to do the same. I doubt That every thanker has the wherewithal To name three things they're thankful for each day For thirty days. I'm loath to loathe the thought Of people taking time to think and say … Continue reading September 3: No Thanks?
September 2: Periodicity
It is an unaccountable relief To realize your feelings of ennui, Which you had first attributed to grief, Comes from a cause more elementary. Death anniversaries must needs recur, But while they may engender melancholy, With passing time they cause less of a stir, So blaming them for fretfulness is folly. To pinpoint the determinant … Continue reading September 2: Periodicity
September 1st: Tensile Strength
As burdens that begin as bearable Then painfully dig into tender flesh, So stress can go from fine to terrible When in the cycle one becomes enmeshed- As picayune regrets become hot shame, Unfinished projects build up, unsurmounted. Inconsequential failures focus blame, And with perverse precision they're recounted. Resistance comes through suitable distraction, By stimulation … Continue reading September 1st: Tensile Strength
Libby Weber 