Even though I wince descending stairs As muscles burn from lactic copiousness Inspiring numerous creative swears That moderate discomfort does express, And both my big toenails have gone the hue Of Concord grapes: impacted, cracked, and sad, So walking in a thick, restrictive shoe Is really, really, really, really bad, And yet, despite the minor … Continue reading April 4: OW.
Sonnets
April 3: Ski Ball
It's said a picture's worth a thousand words, And yet a thousand pictures can't depict The smell of pine and flashing blue of birds Against the snowy trees. Words will restrict The shushing crunch of skis on perfect snow, The craggy panorama through crisp air, To paltry meanings of the words I know; Illimitable Beauty, … Continue reading April 3: Ski Ball
April 2: Backhand Spin
Some compliments are lovely to receive; Especially when softening critique, But other times it's silly to believe That some praise isn't nastiness oblique. If someone says, “Don't take this the wrong way,” You can be sure that way is what they meant. “I do not mean to insult,” won't allay The rudeness and will foster … Continue reading April 2: Backhand Spin
March 31: In Memory of a Lost Glove
Ascending into chilly alpine air, Beneath the lift line, I could barely see Through blowing snow, a purple object there: A glove half-buried underneath a tree. Its palm was facing upwards, fingers flexed, As if in search of that unlucky hand Whose owner was indubitably vexed, To force bare flesh the winter to withstand. Until … Continue reading March 31: In Memory of a Lost Glove
March 30: Altitude Adjustment
To breakfast at sea level then to sup Eight thousand feet above where you began And see a cloudy peak when you look up, Such boundless beauty fills one with elan. And yet, each step you take further uphill Convinces you your boots are made of lead. You persevere, of course, by force of will … Continue reading March 30: Altitude Adjustment
March 29: Amazing Grace
A pelican that yawns skimming the sea, And splashes when his bill catches a crest; A fledgling owlet tumbles from a tree; An eagle lands, but overshoots its nest; The imprint of a dove in window dust, When wounded pride's the only injury; These graceful creatures clearly can't be fussed, To find amusement in lost … Continue reading March 29: Amazing Grace
March 28: Welcome Back
Returning to a story that you've read Brings with it memories of that first time When you were captured by the tale, although You know this reading won't be so sublime. The end holds no surprise, the characters Can't fool you with dissembling, novelty No longer has its glittering allure, Though now it has familiarity: … Continue reading March 28: Welcome Back
March 27: Better Red
Titian, ginger, russet, carrot-top, Strawberry, copper, auburn, henna, red; Out of the drab world those bright colors pop, Unrivaled hues that ever graced a head. Beneath those flaming tresses freckles spill Along the neck and down the shoulders white; A milky way in negative, I thrill To kiss each dusky star in that pale night. … Continue reading March 27: Better Red
March 26: Lost Time
When I have had my eye upon a goal For many months and it's at last achieved, Where once was structure, there is now a hole, And for those strictures I perversely grieve. Instead of finding joy in leisure time I mourn the comfort of the regimen, And mundane tasks will hardly seem sublime When … Continue reading March 26: Lost Time
March 24: Straight “A”s
If you think it portends invalidation Of sonnet form to have no variation In rhyme, you should prepare for consternation: I suffer from an “ation” word fixation. Is rhyming A and B a violation Of scheme, or is is it owed appreciation As virtuosic rhyming demonstration, Or as a means to build anticipation? I have … Continue reading March 24: Straight “A”s
Libby Weber 