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
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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 28: Kumbel
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
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
November 26: Circling
When thinking on inevitable ends, It's easy to neglect the new beginnings, Just as a focus on one loss contends With gratitude for one's plentiful winnings. While evolution doubt will predispose, Through instinct and a bias negative That makes us see the spot and not the nose, We shall endure- we know what makes us … Continue reading November 26: Circling
November 25: Bequest
Four flights to cross the country, none delayed Except for one that minimized my wait- The pros and cons, meticulously weighed Stayed equal, as if part of an estate That left behind good fortune during travel. It seems a luxury, yet in this case, One snag would make the complex trip unravel; Thus serendipity I … Continue reading November 25: Bequest
November 24: Memoriam
A celebrant quartet, three sects comprising, United by their love for the deceased, Sent offerings of ancient words arising, In celebration of her life surceased. A choir of friends, their voices raised in song, Gave of their music, hallowed ministry, While consecration with congregant tears And laughter celebrated memory. A heartfelt homily, solemn communion Of … Continue reading November 24: Memoriam
November 23: Red Eye
Ten minutes prior to boarding did they say That I would really, truly have a seat. At last, my lengthy trip was underway: Phase One I could potentially complete. Phase One concluded in the pouring rain, When hurried ambulation to the gate Ensured that I could board the Phase Two plane, Though once onboard we … Continue reading November 23: Red Eye
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