It is a singular species of writer Whose poems makes my sonnets seem loquacious, And for their brevity shine all the brighter, Each filled with wit intensely perspicacious. For who needs fourteen lines when four express Eternal wisdom on preparing toast, Then followed by the key to artlessness, And giving old folk proverbs a riposte? … Continue reading November 28: Kumbel
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September 5: Sonnet for Prepared Poet
Why in heaven's name don't people read? A fugue is a more complicated game. Art goes within and I don't see the need- It was a pleasure and now just the same. Do you live or do you insist on words? Consider this non-dualistically: I accepted the major and minor thirds; This is pleasing momentarily. … Continue reading September 5: Sonnet for Prepared Poet
August 11: Fair Robin I Love
Salacious language, sex, and Nick at Nite- Such things were unavailable, forbidden. Within those boundaries, naught felt as right As what I somehow sensed was barely hidden; Beneath those PG rating lurked a power, Both unrepentant and so full of glee, That loudly, quickly, joyfully devoured The boundaries of what I was to be. For … Continue reading August 11: Fair Robin I Love
May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
Forgive me, Interwebz, for I have sinned: I fear that humblebrag I have committed. Before my Facebook access you rescind, Extenuating factors I've submitted: Exhibit A: the brag was full of joy In shared accomplishment; Exhibit B: I have invited others to enjoy- It's all for a good cause (Exhibit C). Yet, Lordy Lou! I … Continue reading May 21: I Envy You, Getting to Watch the Show
May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
The ERHS class of 'sixty-three Espoused the phrase, “Make it to sixty-nine!” And while they might have meant it vulgarly, It also had a meaning less benign. For some of them went off to fight a war In which the country had a dubious stake, To perish on antipodean shores, For what was a political … Continue reading May 15: For Pop on his Sixty-Ninth Birthday
May 11: Mum’s the Word
Despite the fact that first she had my brother, First born, first son, and something of a test, She then decided to create another, And for this bravery she was twice blessed- First with a blonde-haired infant who appeared Angelic, but to mischief was apprenticed, And followed by a lass justly revered, Whose cleverness and … Continue reading May 11: Mum’s the Word
May 10: For CAH
For years we two have traded birthday verse Since rhyme and scansion are two skills we share, And while our challenges may seem perverse, I like to think we pull them off with flair. In Limerick, haiku, and even sonnet, Such subjects as the swift passage of time Will be thrown down, we each will … Continue reading May 10: For CAH
January 6: On Public Transportation
Sometimes, when buying groceries in a store, And, after waiting patiently in line, One customer between me and the door, A register will open next to mine. Annoyance sprung from that pales in compare To helplessly observe across the street The bus on which you are a frequent fare, Depart, its tail-lights flashing your defeat. … Continue reading January 6: On Public Transportation
Libby Weber 