The darkest hour is often said to be Before the dawn, but those who know the verges Of night and day acknowledge they will see A lightened sky before the sun emerges. The hour at which the night is most persistent: That midmost point between sunset and rise, As any solstice should be equidistant From … Continue reading December 21: In the Dark
Month: December 2014
December 20: Sum
A whole can be, as Aristotle said, So much more than the sum of all its parts, But if we look at sum itself instead, Linguistic variation it imparts. For starters, dim sum, when enjoyed with friends Is so much more than lunch with tasty food, In Latin, sum's “to be,” which then portends A … Continue reading December 20: Sum
December 19: Wassail
The beautiful guitar I mostly-play, Dave's flute and twelve-string, Janet's dulcet cello And Jeff's tin whistles join, one winter's day To lead O'Brien's Pub in merry bellow. The words are garbled, some don't know the tune, And calls for Free Bird happen frequently, But none to Christmas carols is immune, Especially when all are in … Continue reading December 19: Wassail
December 18: Pay Gap
Among creators it has long been known That things we make have value far beyond Their saleability, and it's been shown That such creative work creates a bond Between all cultures, peoples, generations, And benefits the brain in myriad ways, Like bridging gaps in peoples' educations- And yet this work is rarely work that pays. … Continue reading December 18: Pay Gap
December 17: Nota Bene
I crossed the street and there, stopped at the light, A chartreuse Prius, like the one you drive, Or drove, and in its mileage took delight When we talked cars and you were still alive, So, without thinking, I inclined my head To see if you or wife were at the wheel, And that's when … Continue reading December 17: Nota Bene
December 16: Wishes Are Children
For those of you whose hearts will ache tonight I wish with all of mine that you'll find peace. For those in pain, may comfort slake tonight Your agony, and lead to its surcease. For those who grieve, good memories I pray, And justice for the ranks of the oppressed, The lonely, may joy loneliness … Continue reading December 16: Wishes Are Children
December 15: Endurance
No matter what I do today, I find Dissatisfaction lurking there behind, Convincing me my throat's too sore to sing Or that I'll be too tired for caroling, That writing is a pointless exercise, For my ambitions meager skills outsize, When living feels too tiresome and rough, The reason's that I don't work hard enough. … Continue reading December 15: Endurance
December 14: Up in the Air
Like children with balloons who understand The ground is deadly in the game they play And seek to keep aloft with foot or hand That airy spheroid as long as they may, I've filled my year's remaining days and nights, With singing, learning music, and performing, In hopes that all the caroling and lights Will … Continue reading December 14: Up in the Air
December 13: On My Last Show
The end of any run is bittersweet, To bid a cast, creative team, and crew, The memories that live in voice and feet, Tradition, set, and theatre fond adieu Makes one recall the joy it was to bring To life a story that's withstood the years; That even when through weeping one must sing, One … Continue reading December 13: On My Last Show
December 12: Rain Through Windows
Through one, I watched the dogs observe the rain That started falling just as we returned From misting walk to home and hearth again, For future outings they were unconcerned. And on the bus another, blurred by fog Within with rain without, the route by rote I know, or orientation'd be a slog, For those … Continue reading December 12: Rain Through Windows
Libby Weber 