There is a dearth of concert halls whose sound Is intimate and gives exoneration For imperfections that are always found In live performance; blend or intonation. So when a first rehearsal brings a smile To both composer's and conductor's faces, Not only is the exercise worthwhile, You have been dealt a hand with all four … Continue reading April 25: Tres Bien Ensemble
Sonnets
April 24: Good Decisions
Bleary and sore, I haul myself from bed, My body moving automatically Receiving little guidance from my head, Ablutions thus performed erratically-- My contact lenses weary eyes refuse, So spectacles elucidate the sight Of undereyes as purple as a bruise; A confirmation of a restless night. As wakefulness begins its penetration Of murky memory, I … Continue reading April 24: Good Decisions
April 23: At Will
Today, I took a dear friend out to eat To celebrate his birthday, and we drank To health and love and spouses. Thus replete With good opinions, in our chairs we sank, Each falling into quiet contemplation. I marveled how four hundred fifty years Had compounded his worldwide reputation, Yet here we were, enjoying quips … Continue reading April 23: At Will
April 22: Perversity
A lone eccentric caught my eye today And asked about a flyer on the wall. Demurring, I had hoped to sneak away, But I had missed the moment to forestall. He claimed that evolution was corrupted, How scarcity would lead to civil war, And scientists whose talks he interrupted To point this out would then … Continue reading April 22: Perversity
April 21: True Story
While wandering today, I chanced on Peace, Though I did not perceive that it was he Because he walked with Love, who never ceased To look beyond his quiet company. I greeted Love, who knew that I was one Who knew her kindness well, and so I bent Receiving ardent kisses in return, All but … Continue reading April 21: True Story
April 20: Come and Go
Abundant and unstructured time's a prize That slips away from every firm embrace. One really shouldn't find it at surprise When tasks appear to fill an empty space. When needed sleep must cease when it's your turn To tend to someone else's urgent need, And food's delayed since you unwisely spurned Your pantry check and … Continue reading April 20: Come and Go
April 19: Ass Transit
I caught a ride downtown with friends, which meant I made my big appointment in good time. But when I left part way through the event, I found my transit options were subprime. The nearby bus signs showed a transfer point With my connection just a mile away. When I arrived, my nose got out … Continue reading April 19: Ass Transit
April 18: Self-Compassion
On days when tiredness stymies memory, I do not tax my brain- it is unwise. I focus on the rudimentary, The fundamental on which work relies. And when my voice is tired, I must respect Its limitations, even though I chafe To sing full-voiced, I know that to protect The instrument means shunning the unsafe. … Continue reading April 18: Self-Compassion
April 17: One Hundred Seconds of Solitude
How fortunate are we to live in times When libraries exist most everywhere, Which burst with novels, research, art, and rhymes, And we can call upon them through the air. And still, the tactile pleasures of a book Remain when from a screen your eyeballs sting And you desire a solitary nook In which to … Continue reading April 17: One Hundred Seconds of Solitude
April 16: The Manhole
In a greensward that I walk past every day, A yellow scaffold warned me to take care, In my distraction not to go astray And fall into those innards, now laid bare. To see a space revealed beneath the ground, Gainsaying the solidity of sod, Is fascinating, though it can confound To see that the … Continue reading April 16: The Manhole
Libby Weber 