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
Author: libbyweber
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
December 11: Figurative
The story on the radio compared A storm in drought to paying off one bill While deep in debt, and hours after it aired That simple simile is with me still, Because that story seemed a metaphor For all the trying times I must endure, For every obstacle exposes more Perspective shifts revealing things obscure, … Continue reading December 11: Figurative
December 10: Evaluation Eve
I doubt that I shall ever like auditions, But now I'm better able to endure The flight or fight response, and repetitions Beforehand and a warm-up reassure Me that I am prepared to do my best, And if I don't, then it was not to be- It's ultimately pointless to protest That failure or success … Continue reading December 10: Evaluation Eve
December 9th: Imaginary Friends
I like the thought of you, and that's enough. I know your name and face, of course, but all The rest is only insubstantial stuff, Though thoroughly delightful folderol. I like the sound of you, and that is pleasant, Although I like to listen while alone, And open my enjoyment like a present With none … Continue reading December 9th: Imaginary Friends
December 8: All the Trimmings
A box of tchotchkes spans my whole existence- Some catch the light, some catch the memory, And with the added benefit of distance, Popsicle sticks and yarn transcend the twee. Worn velvet and sun-blanched construction papers Seen through nostalgia-clouded oculi, Will conjure thoughts of past tree-stealing capers, With long and chilly roadside standings by. So … Continue reading December 8: All the Trimmings
December 7th: Make Shift
A universal irritant is that Which doesn't function when it is desired, Especially when someone is left flat, Bereft of services that are required. Thus scrambling must commence to fill the need To find a work-around that will augment One's assets and, with fortune, may succeed So well the fix becomes quite permanent. But failure … Continue reading December 7th: Make Shift
Libby Weber 