When thinking on inevitable ends, It's easy to neglect the new beginnings, Just as a focus on one loss contends With gratitude for one's plentiful winnings. While evolution doubt will predispose, Through instinct and a bias negative That makes us see the spot and not the nose, We shall endure- we know what makes us … Continue reading November 26: Circling
Author: libbyweber
November 25: Bequest
Four flights to cross the country, none delayed Except for one that minimized my wait- The pros and cons, meticulously weighed Stayed equal, as if part of an estate That left behind good fortune during travel. It seems a luxury, yet in this case, One snag would make the complex trip unravel; Thus serendipity I … Continue reading November 25: Bequest
November 24: Memoriam
A celebrant quartet, three sects comprising, United by their love for the deceased, Sent offerings of ancient words arising, In celebration of her life surceased. A choir of friends, their voices raised in song, Gave of their music, hallowed ministry, While consecration with congregant tears And laughter celebrated memory. A heartfelt homily, solemn communion Of … Continue reading November 24: Memoriam
November 23: Red Eye
Ten minutes prior to boarding did they say That I would really, truly have a seat. At last, my lengthy trip was underway: Phase One I could potentially complete. Phase One concluded in the pouring rain, When hurried ambulation to the gate Ensured that I could board the Phase Two plane, Though once onboard we … Continue reading November 23: Red Eye
November 22: Eve of Travel
It's vexing when the body's frailty, Which cannot bear a paucity of slumber Without succumbing to a malady, Brings symptoms whose diversions will encumber. For who has time to sleep when there is singing Be it a Haydn mass or classic jazz, Or musicals that leave the spirits ringing- Experiencing fully what one has? Alas, … Continue reading November 22: Eve of Travel
November 21: No Problem
No Shakespeare text is wholly problem free, For even Hamlet must be saved at sea By too-convenient pirates at their pleasure- A text is not a play by any measure. A play's comprised of choices beyond number To smooth the moments that the words encumber, Defining character, gestures explaining In ways both truthful and yet … Continue reading November 21: No Problem
November 21: Are We There Yet?
A fearsome and delicious spirit, gin, Which soothes the tongue and warms the weary head, When mixed with quinine, makes a medicine Whose thaumaturgy's well-known and widespread. At least, that's what I'm choosing to believe, Unwinding from tonight's demanding show, But from my writing I get no reprieve- I cannot quit with just a month … Continue reading November 21: Are We There Yet?
November 19: Sportive Tricks
Dog A, once bred to hunt, now pulls and pushes To search for cats- she would have been aghast To know that while she hunted we had passed A cat on leash beyond her well-sniffed bushes. Dog B, a ratter, bred for killing pests, Relentlessly pursued discarded food, And when discovered, pulled from jaws half-chewed, … Continue reading November 19: Sportive Tricks
November 18: We Built This Citrus
Five years ago we bought a lemon tree And put it in a smallish square of dirt Never suspecting that the BBC Its usefulness with silly would subvert, Whose groundwork was laid out on our vacations, With Smotherses and Freberg ever playing, Developing my aural inclinations For humor I had small hope of repaying. But … Continue reading November 18: We Built This Citrus
November 17: Sudden Stop
First it's the preparation, then the work, Then shifting gears when circumstance requires. Alas, it is not possible to shirk Responsibilities when one desires More sleep or entertainment, but it's not Maturity that ranks ought over want- In calculating what, if I get caught, Will be the penalty, I'm a savant. So if I disengage … Continue reading November 17: Sudden Stop
Libby Weber 