A universal irritant is that Which doesn't function when it is desired, Especially when someone is left flat, Bereft of services that are required. Thus scrambling must commence to fill the need To find a work-around that will augment One's assets and, with fortune, may succeed So well the fix becomes quite permanent. But failure … Continue reading December 7th: Make Shift
Sonnets
December 6: Practice Practice Practice
It is a joy to let your body do A task it has been well-conditioned to, For even if it may have been a while Since it was done, your brain is versatile- A memory, once it has been created, With others soon will be assimilated, Though its specific time and place, in code, Is … Continue reading December 6: Practice Practice Practice
December 5: Nothing to See
Too much occurred today to fit it in To fourteen lines, and so I'll summarize: Work wasn't awesome, much to my chagrin, But I excelled when left to improvise. By contrast, in the evening I adhered To notes and the notation on the page, And friends were kind at times they might have sneered, Which … Continue reading December 5: Nothing to See
December 4: Stop
It started with displays of thoughtlessness, Which then were amplified by length of day, Sleep deprivation, and punctiliousness- It might be good for you to stay away. Then traffic kept me on the road so long That I had insufficient time to eat, And paltry meals serve only to prolong An awful mood- you really … Continue reading December 4: Stop
December 3rd: Some Enchanted E-vening
You hear a pop and suddenly, a pope Is seated on a log inside the loge, The janitor with mop begins to mope About the dog who's suddenly a doge. Below, they watch a stag upon the stage While one man on his date's nape takes a nap, And since she's on the rag, she's … Continue reading December 3rd: Some Enchanted E-vening
December 2nd: Overdressed
A pair of red galoshes for my feet, An a-line skirt to ward off puddle splash, With tights to help retain my bare knees' heat And extra shoes for when the boots I stash, A cotton sweater to wick off the damp, With matching scarf for my cold-roughened throat, My dapper raincoat, belted like a … Continue reading December 2nd: Overdressed
Decmber 1: Words of Wisdom
If you think hemiola's syncopation, Inevitably you will enter late. An audience can hear if there's cessation Of phrase within a rest. You should abate Dynamic at the ends of lines Romantic, In Classical, stay strong until the tonic. And even if the tempo ends up frantic, The singers must stay with the philharmonic. Traditions … Continue reading Decmber 1: Words of Wisdom
November 30: The Eyes Have It
The eyes, they say, are windows to the soul, And like them, can fall into disrepair- The glass obscures and fails to play its role, The sashes crack, the blinds and curtains tear, And though such things are easily repaired, Until the time that all the mending's done, One must contend with sight that is … Continue reading November 30: The Eyes Have It
November 29: Under Cover
The film “All About Eve” skews our perception Of understudies, shown as base connivers- This melodrama is a misconception, For understudies truly are survivors; Eight shows a week they stand able and willing To fill their usual role or jump into The shoes of big names who receive top billing, And will be met with … Continue reading November 29: Under Cover
November 27: Good Day, Sunshine
This week has been the time for gratitude That things like health and love I've never lacked, But thankfulness for those does not exclude Appreciation for things less abstract, Like ample sleep and sunbeams prime for warming, And wearing shorts while at Thanksgiving feasts Prepared by those with whom I am performing, Whilst quoting lines … Continue reading November 27: Good Day, Sunshine
Libby Weber 