Easterly clouds masked daybreak's glow so well All sources of the blue-grey light were blurring. Without a timepiece, it was hard to tell If sunrise or a sunset was occurring. And in the evening, six musicians wrought Hypnotic aural waves from wooden planks. Painstaking polyrhythmic patterns sought To cloud the consciousness, leaving it blank. So … Continue reading October 7: Dyschronous
Author: libbyweber
October 6: The Gracious Month
Gentle commencement for a hectic day Is proof variable nature can be kind, With offerings of dew that cool my feet And unexpected blooms in autumn's heat. Deciduous decay and blossoms sweet In temperate October are combined. The the daytime warmth begs summertime to stay As falling darkness pushes it away. Not even California can … Continue reading October 6: The Gracious Month
October 5: Away
A half-read book beneath a ceiling fan, A stoneware mug that's full of IPA But sleepy hounds do not complete the clan, The house feels empty when you are away. The hummingbirds squeak disapprovingly At roaring F/A-18s on display Football announcers only bring ennui- The house seems silent when you are away. My aches and … Continue reading October 5: Away
October 4: The “A” Train
When working on a problem of some size There sometimes comes a flash of clarity That makes all your preceding steps seem wise, And your conclusions ring with verity- For suddenly, the path is not defined By dead ends that in error you have taken, Instead, mistakes seem perfectly designed A vital new perspective to … Continue reading October 4: The “A” Train
October 3: The Other Shoe
I must protest: it's not procrastination- It's effort that's expended to prevent Redundancy; to hamper duplication Of tasks- uncertainty to circumvent. For what's the point of jumping when I'm told When quick responses lead to admiration For just as long as it takes to grow cold And lead to a delayed realization? Oh no! This … Continue reading October 3: The Other Shoe
October 2: Spineless
Just yesterday I opened up a book Beloved by those whose taste I know and trust. But fifteen minutes later I was hooked- Engrossed as to the daily grind I bussed. Fatigue and miscommunications kept Me from advancing further in the story But that night as I closed my eyes and slept, I hunted, and … Continue reading October 2: Spineless
October 1: A Delicate Balance
Once past the equinox, the sun's bright rays Diminish, angles narrowing, acute, So one must change the starts and ends of days, Adjusting to dark dressing and commute, As well as changing schedules and new students, And brand new quarter, weather, term, and season. So greet the changes with sufficient prudence To understand the difference … Continue reading October 1: A Delicate Balance
September 30: Mental Health Day
Dear Place of Work, Ms. Weber won't be in Today, tomorrow, possibly all week. She suffers from a lack of keratin Upon her toes, and maladies unique: I diagnose presymptomatic states Pertaining to her oddly sound psychosis: Ideopathic syndrome, which dictates A somewhat unpredictable prognosis. And therefore, I prescribe a regimen Of neuroactive exercises, such … Continue reading September 30: Mental Health Day
September 29: Cosmetic Changes
Some mornings, through lush breeze and sunlit air, Demand to be seen through unpainted eyes, Since wind feels freshest kissing skin that's bare, Suppressed by artifice and wan disguise. What does the morning care if you've a spot Or if the skin beneath your eyes is dark? When such a day's beginning to be wrought, … Continue reading September 29: Cosmetic Changes
September 28: Outreach
I sang a concert with a hundred friends, A new conductor and a brand-new season, With music that collectively transcends Chronology, geography, and reason. Two times my eyes welled up, and twice they spilled, From Purcell's sorrow and from Bernstein's joy Love and philosophy were thus fulfilled, In such a way that time cannot destroy. … Continue reading September 28: Outreach
Libby Weber 