When so much happens in a single day That fourteen lines cannot contain it all, I must cut ruthlessly joy and dismay That seems on recollection more banal Than simple pleasures, grumpy anecdotes, From which my pithy aphorisms spring; Fun to extemporaneously quote, Thus needful, therefore to those words I cling. But my desire to … Continue reading September 22: In Which I Am Self-Deprecating and Meta
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September 21: Day of Rest
Can one be said to truly be alone When one is being laid upon by dogs Until they bark at passers-by unknown And neighbors out for their respective jogs? No. Solitude's the proper name for this, Now liberated from all obligation, Except for those I've chosen. I don't miss The trappings of external expectation, But … Continue reading September 21: Day of Rest
September 20: Steps in the Right Direction
I so look forward to each Saturday Not just since sleepings in the days enhance, But also since I plan two hours to play And sweat with those who also love to dance. We work the choreography, then drill The basics, stretch, and run the dances slated For upcoming performances, instill The staging so we … Continue reading September 20: Steps in the Right Direction
September 17: Solve for X
Ten years ago today we two were wed, And seventeen last June was our first date. And fifteen years in August our homestead We made on my arrival in your state. Next year will be the equinox of years Spent with you and without you in my life, The next year's yours, and if we … Continue reading September 17: Solve for X
September 16: A Brave Front
I spoke a dare aloud while raindrops fell In golden straws and gentle sidewalk spots, And as the shower waned, I might have yelled Unto the thunder Is that all you've got? But then a blast of wind flung dust and leaves And banged recycling bin lids in defiance. As residents crouched underneath their eaves, … Continue reading September 16: A Brave Front
September 15: Skimmers
To purchase shorts is summer is a task Best suited to the patient and the mad, For store employees shrug whenever asked, And point you at the clearance racks. Too bad Your choices there are generally restricted To Daisy Dukes with with rhinestone snaps in sizes Too small and large and with odd flaws afflicted- … Continue reading September 15: Skimmers
September 14: Take the Heat
September has a sickness and has laid Upon the air, which moves but won't abate The listlessness and weakness that pervade As heat and heaviness on all conflate. The evening cool and morning dew imply The fever may have broken in the night, But as the sun ascends the morning sky, Pernicious sickness manifests its … Continue reading September 14: Take the Heat
September 13: Name That Tune
Once, fifteen years ago, I heard a tale Of how a classic song had been conceived, Which sprang to mind today in some detail, While bits of music I sought to retrieve. For as I pondered how tunes are constructed, And sang the ones that I thought found success, A novel one appeared quite unobstructed … Continue reading September 13: Name That Tune
September 12: A Spoonful of Sugar
A drink of water didn't do the trick, Nor hic did holding breath and swallowing, And scaring me won't happen, trust me. hic Rather, hic I'm self-pity-wallowing. I'll suck hic lemon, breathe into a bag, Though by these remedies I can't be cured- I can't go back a meal and this time lag, So to … Continue reading September 12: A Spoonful of Sugar
September 10: Sea Legs
When one's been buffeted by fickle waves And left so weak it's difficult to stand, Those tentative first steps will be what saves You from the blandishments of solid land. For while it may seem safest to avert Future ordeals by lingering on shore, Contentment may be found by the inert, But joy is found … Continue reading September 10: Sea Legs
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