This is the last time I will write my life Into a daily sonnet, those things great, Exciting, middling, sad, and sometimes strife, Through stubbornness one cannot understate. Tonight, I'll sing to thousands and the sky To fete a civic gem's centenary Then dinner, where we'll bid the year goodbye And sonnet cycle done successfully. … Continue reading December 31: Last, Not Least
Month: December 2014
December 30: Penultimate
Wan winter sun, the second to the last Of this, the year I chose to sonnet daily, Your rise announced all starts of poems past And now, upon the end you shine so palely Upon this concept that I'm now outlining, Which has already set my scansion spinning I know what words may yet survive … Continue reading December 30: Penultimate
December 29: Pelican
I soar above the waves with little clearance, As if an unseen cloak fashioned of breeze From choppy waters wanting interference Protects me over other devotees. I rise in joyful arc into the sky, Then turn my shoulder to the sea below To dive upon what fodder I espy And fill my bill, and through … Continue reading December 29: Pelican
December 28: How I Won The War
As one conversant with verse, rhyme, and scansion, And long-familiar forms of poetry, It's not surprising I should seek expansion From borders of familiarity. Though language's music is eternal, Specific phrases and their orchestrations Can bring about acknowledgment internal That such things, as Wilde wrote, produce vibrations. And so when watching other tales that came … Continue reading December 28: How I Won The War
December 27: The Inspiration Game
It's one thing to lack motivation when There are a dozen things you'd rather do, Like listen to beloved comedians Pretend to fly a man to Timbuktu. It's quite another when you'd rather write The thoughts to form the basis of a story And not the piece that must be done tonight, As it occurs … Continue reading December 27: The Inspiration Game
December 26: On the Feast of Stephen
Though Boxing Day has long-observed traditions, In my household, we've had to make our own: A day of rest for Christmas-worn musicians We celebrate by tuning out the phone, Then making copious puns with cherished friends And toasting the atrocious ones with glee. Or being glad when water line descends When snaking plumbing that's been … Continue reading December 26: On the Feast of Stephen
December 25: Merry Little Christmas
Sometimes, a family Christmas will consist Of sitting on the carpet with your spouse While both of you are alternately kissed And cuddled by the canines of the house, And rather than a sleigh ride through the drifts, A walk around an isthmus in the bay, Instead of six-course dinners after gifts, A simple meal … Continue reading December 25: Merry Little Christmas
December 24: The Mystery Gift
A heavy box arrived, one surface ripped And fearing for the worst, I looked inside, But for the contents I was ill-equipped, And so I held them to my chest and cried- Two volumes, out-of-print and long desired And added to my wish list as a lark; A gift whose choice seems perfectly inspired, And … Continue reading December 24: The Mystery Gift
December 23: Baroque Fix
A day of tediousness and pointless stresses Combined with ever-growing to-do lists, Is one that unavoidably depresses, Inexorable snappishness persists Until this truly frivolous annoyance Must needs compete for vanishing attention Against the zenith of Baroque flamboyance; Complexity defying comprehension. As dark can only be destroyed by light And hate can only be destroyed by … Continue reading December 23: Baroque Fix
December 22: Setback and Forth
And endless litany of work demands That's followed by the thrill of voicing song With cherished friends and those with gifted hands, Then followed by new music in a throng, Supplanted then by comprehensive mope, Upon deliverance of lousy news About a thing for which I'd dare to hope, Yet gentle hugs frustrations can defuse. … Continue reading December 22: Setback and Forth
Libby Weber 