On such days as one's organs will conspire Against coherent thought, what can one do Apart from rest, recover, and retire And hope the brain will be restored anew? Indulge in World Cup, perfect omelets, With stimulating stories interspersed, Refreshing hot tub soaks with forceful jets, Accept some days make mediocre verse. Yet, poor mental … Continue reading July 9: Self Care
Author: libbyweber
July 8: Birthday Presence
When you spend time with friends but once a year And you've ostensibly converged to write, Your first task is to take the time to hear Each story; reconnect to reunite. Collectively, we've lost, and we are grieving; We've made mistakes, wrote things that made us proud, Annoyed Goliaths, complex interweaving- With one another's lives … Continue reading July 8: Birthday Presence
July 7: That Rings a Bowl
A dozen singing bowls- which do I want? The stoneware vessel that makes molars shake? The painted brass whose sound seems nonchalant? Does ample character equal mistake? My fingers first alight on red, and since The bowl agrees to sing for me, the rest I hardly try, assuming they evince No notable vibrations in the … Continue reading July 7: That Rings a Bowl
July 6: Weird Processor
When there is just one CD drive on hand And it’s in a PC that’s six years old, To rip the files takes longer than one planned, And syncing to the cloud takes time untold. And so to pass the time, I chose to write, But there’s no Open Office here, by heaven! I gnashed … Continue reading July 6: Weird Processor
July 5: By the Bayside
Philosophers and artists of all types See nature as a source of inspiration; For seas and roses, stars and tigers' stripes, Give rise to figurative infatuation. Still others find the works of human hands- Cathedrals, tombs, Chicago, Grecian urns, And broken statues issuing demands- To be the things for which the spirit yearns. But, oh, … Continue reading July 5: By the Bayside
July 4: Sound Judgment
The soundscape differs on a holiday- Construction sites fall silent, and the thrum Of traffic fades beneath the morning gray, As though the clouds absorb both sound and sun. But sizzling grills and children's' merry shrieks Will herald hot dog lunches on the grass. And Stars and Stripes Forever seems the peak Of sweet nostalgia, … Continue reading July 4: Sound Judgment
July 3: Putting Words in His Mouth
While Shakespeare wrote innumerable lines That have forever changed our lexicon, Too often one mistakenly assigns A phrase to him that must then withdrawn. He did not ask what tangled web we weave When first we practice to deceive- that's Scott. No man's an island- this you may believe, But Donne it is, and Shakespeare … Continue reading July 3: Putting Words in His Mouth
July 2: A Tale of Honey
A poet sees the flower as a sign Of transience, and beauty that will fade. But to a plant, a blossom's fair design Ensures its pollinators will be staid. And pollinators, heedless of the part They play in reproduction, blindly seek To take their tithe of sweetness and depart; No poetry the process would bespeak, … Continue reading July 2: A Tale of Honey
July 1: Silencing Chihuahuas
An influential teacher once described Those voices of self-doubt that plague one's sleep Chihuahuas, whose incessant yips and gibes Convince one that the price of action's steep, Resulting in paralysis, despair, Depression, paired with self-effacing fevers. The only cure of which I am aware: Replace Chihuahuas with Golden Retrievers. “You ought to hate yourself, but … Continue reading July 1: Silencing Chihuahuas
June 30: Halfway
It isn't easy finding time to write In every day, regardless of demands Upon your mental bandwidth and despite Dismissal from those who misunderstand The freedom that exists in structured tasks, Such as the ritual of sitting still And giving yourself latitude to ask, “If this word doesn't work, then which one will?” I wouldn't … Continue reading June 30: Halfway
Libby Weber 