Full moons are lovely but familiar sights. They cast their gleaming silver and evade The sharpened shadows of a ravenous night, Until encountering Earth's umbral shade; For when most sleepers to their beds' embrace Succumb, hushed conversations will emerge When neighbors find their spouses have misplaced The telescope that passed their latest purge. My seat's … Continue reading April 15: Blood Moon
Sonnets
Apirl 14: An Extremely Juvenile Sonnet
They say the penis mightier than the sword, But sometimes writing makes one's conscience prick- It's hard on one to keep one's own accords, If one does, celebrate with spotted dick-- For cheap laughs are a tool one should not use, And if you find that door and turn the knob The package that you … Continue reading Apirl 14: An Extremely Juvenile Sonnet
April 13: Stages
This afternoon, I practiced songs I knew Enough to sing by rote for the first time, And then this evening, pieces that were new I read and sang, ambitious and sublime. Each stage of learning has its devotees, The first accessing networks that were formed In practice, and the second, cortices Newly connected, leaving one … Continue reading April 13: Stages
April 12: Satu and Son
It's worth it to acquire a yearly pass For visiting the San Diego Zoo To press your nose against the pane of glass That separates orangutans from you. While those great apes are peaceful, dull they're not, Their personalities are singular, And to the young ones certain skills are taught And in new generations they … Continue reading April 12: Satu and Son
April 11: How Tweet It Is
The World Beer Cup awards are streaming live, While “Spring Awakening” has its Tweet night, And “Don Quixote” spectators contrive To keep the opera open one more night, As my best friend quotes “Mary Poppins” lines, Another, lyrics from They Might Be Giants, I understand from corporeal confines Technology delivers blithe defiance. Yet no-one speaks … Continue reading April 11: How Tweet It Is
April 10: A Vogon Affair
My uggerblat delivered me a note All writ in blagcious pildering, which smelt Of wholded cradgerous, inciting bloat Which plorped and made each vuvulation melt. Inveigling proopish fashigoobs with words Beslavering my varishing physique, And offering a plungitude of flurds If only I'd missuage his bludderleak. But when I folded up this fabberdink, I saw … Continue reading April 10: A Vogon Affair
April 9: Apostrophe Yes
Rhetorical device par excellence: How Your direct address fills me with glee! O Universal Cry when fortune daunts-- You all-important hymn of irony; Reduced in common usage though You are, To show possession and elided letters, We wordsmiths venerate You from afar, Considering ourselves Your humble debtors. One cannot elevate soliloquy So powerfully without Your … Continue reading April 9: Apostrophe Yes
April 7: Platinum Lining
It's said that silver lines the passing clouds, But science says this isn't really so- The water molecules proceed to crowd Resulting in abundant rain or snow. And yet the cloud has come to represent Encompassing depression should one fail, Which is its own particular torment, And sometimes feels like being hit by hail. The … Continue reading April 7: Platinum Lining
April 6: Undeserving
Who doesn't dream of cutting to the chase; Of getting to the callback sans audition, Or being the sole runner in a race, Or acting first, then getting your permission. Such loveliness as being interviewed For a position that's already yours, Is pleasant to enjoy, though it is shrewd To not take it for granted; … Continue reading April 6: Undeserving
April 5: Point of Phew
Of my opinions I am somewhat proud, Especially those I've researched thoroughly, So when I'm faced with one that's merely loud I'm tempted to engage in repartee, And yet, a yelling person doesn't care What anybody else around him thinks. As everyone is probably aware, Opinions are like assholes, and some stink. But even if … Continue reading April 5: Point of Phew
Libby Weber 