This is the last time I will write my life Into a daily sonnet, those things great, Exciting, middling, sad, and sometimes strife, Through stubbornness one cannot understate. Tonight, I'll sing to thousands and the sky To fete a civic gem's centenary Then dinner, where we'll bid the year goodbye And sonnet cycle done successfully. … Continue reading December 31: Last, Not Least

As one conversant with verse, rhyme, and scansion, And long-familiar forms of poetry, It's not surprising I should seek expansion From borders of familiarity. Though language's music is eternal, Specific phrases and their orchestrations Can bring about acknowledgment internal That such things, as Wilde wrote, produce vibrations. And so when watching other tales that came … Continue reading December 28: How I Won The War

A day of tediousness and pointless stresses Combined with ever-growing to-do lists, Is one that unavoidably depresses, Inexorable snappishness persists Until this truly frivolous annoyance Must needs compete for vanishing attention Against the zenith of Baroque flamboyance; Complexity defying comprehension. As dark can only be destroyed by light And hate can only be destroyed by … Continue reading December 23: Baroque Fix

And endless litany of work demands That's followed by the thrill of voicing song With cherished friends and those with gifted hands, Then followed by new music in a throng, Supplanted then by comprehensive mope, Upon deliverance of lousy news About a thing for which I'd dare to hope, Yet gentle hugs frustrations can defuse. … Continue reading December 22: Setback and Forth

A whole can be, as Aristotle said, So much more than the sum of all its parts, But if we look at sum itself instead, Linguistic variation it imparts. For starters, dim sum, when enjoyed with friends Is so much more than lunch with tasty food, In Latin, sum's “to be,” which then portends A … Continue reading December 20: Sum

Like children with balloons who understand The ground is deadly in the game they play And seek to keep aloft with foot or hand That airy spheroid as long as they may, I've filled my year's remaining days and nights, With singing, learning music, and performing, In hopes that all the caroling and lights Will … Continue reading December 14: Up in the Air