When Kirill Gerstein stood up, having played Rachmaninoff's concerto number three, More virtuosity was then displayed; His encore for left hand filled me with glee. With his right hand at rest upon his thigh, His left spun peerless aural fantasies That seemed impossible, at least well-nigh, With just five fingers dancing on the keys. I … Continue reading May 17: Left-Handed Compliments
Sonnets
May 16: Burning
The grass parched by unseasonable heat Though irrigated regularly, browns. The howling Santa Ana winds deplete The soil of moisture, leaving dusty mounds. The populace sits on a tinderbox, Collective breaths held for the winds to change Thus sparing homes in residential blocks And shifting the evacuation range. Cooperation's been unprecedented Between the numerous fire … Continue reading May 16: Burning
May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
The ERHS class of 'sixty-three Espoused the phrase, “Make it to sixty-nine!” And while they might have meant it vulgarly, It also had a meaning less benign. For some of them went off to fight a war In which the country had a dubious stake, To perish on antipodean shores, For what was a political … Continue reading May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
May 14: Revised Expectations
A woman who is looking to dispense With part-time jobs in lieu of one that pays Commensurate with her experience, Has got an interview in several days. Her research shows they have contracts galore Despite the fact the company's quite young; She's done good work with some of them before- She hopes to make it … Continue reading May 14: Revised Expectations
May 13: Little Lamb
“Of all the dogs,” declared our neighbor's son, While patting my Giovanni's scruffy head, “Who live near us, Kylie's my number one.” I've not the heart to tell him that she's dead; How callous metastasis can devour Those least deserving of that awful plight, How miserable to watch its awful power Destroy a creature made … Continue reading May 13: Little Lamb
May 12: Buzz Buzz
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
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
Libby Weber 