Elections did not go as I had hoped, Despite the plethora of hopeful signs So with grave disappointment I must cope... Aww. Look at that sweet puppy. HE IS MINE! Alas, perspective is in short supply- When one can figure in pain and depresssion, Replacing want with wising to comply, FOR GOODNESS SAKES, do YOU … Continue reading November 6: Hopeless
Author: libbyweber
November 5: Sport
I tossed the birdie high into the sky Then spiked it with my trusty ping-pong paddle Alas, my shrewd opponent did decry The placement of my flag preceding battle, But lo, he stood in a reversal zone, And so my penalty on him would fall Through song and dance my error to atone, Except I … Continue reading November 5: Sport
November 4: All For An “I Voted” Sticker
My phone was silent in the falling dusk. No campaign flyers clogged our daily mail. No nosy pollsters forced me to be brusque, As they my doors and worried dogs assail. The only sign that we have reached the end Of this incessant, scurrilous campaign: Long lines of cars the polling sites attend As hopefuls … Continue reading November 4: All For An “I Voted” Sticker
November 3: Time Management
My calendar and I are on good terms: It tells me where and when and what to be, And leaves to me deciding what is firm And what was added arbitrarily, And so when double bookings do occur, Inevitable as housework, death, and taxes, To sanity and wellness I defer And other limitations learned through … Continue reading November 3: Time Management
November 2: All Saints
For all the Saints, who since Thursday will rest Until next Sunday, when San Francisco Shall play them as with Lucifer possessed, For Saints have hands that pilgrims' hands forgo, For saints must make two miracles occur To be considered thus by orthodoxy. But if a mundane wonder one prefers, Would that not be a … Continue reading November 2: All Saints
November 1: Midterm
Like Brooks's Crazy Woman I will look At this eleventh month with certain glee, Although the song I sing won't be mistook For dissidence, just yearning to be free From regular bombardment by the phone, TV, mail, radio, and door to door, All seeking to condemn or to condone Opinions they would normally ignore. But … Continue reading November 1: Midterm
October 31: Cloud Allusions I Recall
“Bright Star,” a musical collaboration Between Steve Martin and Edie Brickell, Whose title comes from Keats, whose exhortation Tells paramours in patience they should dwell, Competes with Randall Thompson for delight, Whose setting of “Choose Something Like a Star” By Robert Frost, with Keats's Eremite, One seen up close and one seen from afar. But … Continue reading October 31: Cloud Allusions I Recall
October 30: Dreams and Schemes
The sheeting nimbus, redolent of rain, And crowns of cumulus turned fiery rose Beneath the wispy cirrus entertain- Illuminated structures that compose A sunset of confusion, all ablaze, With altocumulus in fluffy grids And cirrostratus fading into haze- The sort of thing Occam's Razor forbids. And yet the sky and I are of one mind … Continue reading October 30: Dreams and Schemes
October 29: A Change in the Weather
When one is pounded by a hurricane Awaiting the arrival of the eye While buffeted by wind and soaked by rain, Enduring for the promised calm nearby, It's quite dismaying when that longed-for peace Fails to arrive and callously implodes, An unexpected hurricane's surcease Chaotic, savage thunderstorm forebodes. But weather cannot be controlled by yearning, … Continue reading October 29: A Change in the Weather
October 28: Observation
As families dependent on a member Whose work, at any time, may call them in, Regardless of the time and day remember It's not the date; it's what's observed therein. An anniversary may see delay Until it can be nicely celebrated And any gift, regardless of the day, Will be enjoyed and much anticipated. Observances … Continue reading October 28: Observation
Libby Weber 