I speak in breathlessness at breakneck speed, My thoughts are rushing with greater rapidity. Exuberant I am, but now exceed My normal levels nearly to vapidity. But this great joy and feeling of inclusion Is rare enough that I elect to relish The giddiness, and should it prove delusion, The memory will be one I … Continue reading May 12: Buzz Buzz
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May 11: Mum’s the Word
Despite the fact that first she had my brother, First born, first son, and something of a test, She then decided to create another, And for this bravery she was twice blessed- First with a blonde-haired infant who appeared Angelic, but to mischief was apprenticed, And followed by a lass justly revered, Whose cleverness and … Continue reading May 11: Mum’s the Word
May 10: For CAH
For years we two have traded birthday verse Since rhyme and scansion are two skills we share, And while our challenges may seem perverse, I like to think we pull them off with flair. In Limerick, haiku, and even sonnet, Such subjects as the swift passage of time Will be thrown down, we each will … Continue reading May 10: For CAH
May 9: Sea Shark Major
You might think that the several rows of teeth And lack of fingers might prevent a shark From being musical, but underneath The water, you will find you're off the mark. Chondrichthyans, you see, can really swing, And all the ectothermic dig cool jazz; While megamouths' ambtion is to sing, The swell shark's bongos add … Continue reading May 9: Sea Shark Major
May 8: Fishing
Franz Schubert wrote a lovely little lied About a fish who frolicked, scales agleam Until an angler's gimmick did succeed, In hooking it by muddying the stream. Sometimes, I'm like that playful little fish Anticipating anglers' every whim, But other times, perspective's what I wish, To keep the world from seeming quite so grim. So … Continue reading May 8: Fishing
May 7: Woodshedding
When I first heard the phrase “to woodshed,” in The context of rehearsal, I inferred That it meant chipping at a score, therein Discovering the sounds that should be heard, Such as an ancient master might have done To find the form inside a marble block, And though painstaking work is rarely fun, To get … Continue reading May 7: Woodshedding
May 6: No Rest
The Beltane fires have burned, the veil has thinned-- Unconsciously we sense the other side, And vernal frenzy throws good sense to wind, As if by work, mortality's denied. Inspired by trees' and shrubs' floral display, We start ambitious habits once again And set ourselves new goals, as if to say, “I should do this, … Continue reading May 6: No Rest
May 5: Insubstantial Pageant
Imagination: blessing and a curse-- For though it means that you are never bored, It means your productivity gets worse If work's less interesting than thoughts explored. To sink within the boundaries of dream When seemingly alert and wide awake, Can make your breathing quicken and eyes gleam, Feigning attention, when you truly ache For … Continue reading May 5: Insubstantial Pageant
May 4: Apogee
In stories, climaxes are always clear- That moment you've been craving since the hook, When structure and emotion will cohere, And justify three-quarters of the book. So when in life one finishes a task, The ultimate of any frenzied week, The structurally aware cannot but ask If denouement is coming, may I peek? What sweet … Continue reading May 4: Apogee
May 3: Pulse for Pulse, Breath for Breath
Rehearsal started punctually at nine- The sanctuary filled morning light, And with the sunbeams voices did entwine In synergistic, transcendental rite. And then, my shining raiment did I don To trip the light fantastic with my troupe, And after that, I followed a baton Concurrent with that large and glorious group. By day surrounded by … Continue reading May 3: Pulse for Pulse, Breath for Breath
Libby Weber 