Four ravens sat upon a branch's vee Attempting to usurp the prime position, All croaking in four part polyphony As if rehearsing for a crow audition In which their size conferred no special edge, Requiring the quartet to hone the skill That might just help their common dream to fledge- But feuds for fame are … Continue reading October 22: Corvid Composition
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October 21: Still I Rose
From barren soil a tender tendril sprouted- To coax it into blooming I did yearn. What sort it was; I never thought about it- The plant's survival was my chief concern. When one leaf-swaddled bud began to swell, My joy unfurled, and in those ardent throes, I hoped my wishes blossoms would compel, And -finally!- … Continue reading October 21: Still I Rose
October 20: We’re All Mad Here
It's odd to me that there's a time of year When we're at peace with skeletons on doors, Where ghouls elicit smiles rather than fear, And everybody suddenly adores The spiderwebs that they'd fain brush away In any other month, and recreate In pristine homes a semblance of decay, Suburban normalcy to desecrate. And while … Continue reading October 20: We’re All Mad Here
October 19: Widow Dido
Dido's Lament, that melody immortal, Premiered within a girls' school's cloistered walls, And functions as a chronomobile portal- Contemporary listeners might forestall The tragedy by asking what went wrong, Exactly how the queen of Carthage died- Did Dido droop to death as in the song, Or was it star-crossed lover's suicide? I like to think … Continue reading October 19: Widow Dido
October 18: Bough Wow Rough Roof
I wonder if dogs ever are amazed At how their owners can communicate Whether they should be scolded or be praised And if it means their supper should be late. For while they exercise precise olfaction, Anatomy their vocal skills impedes. Domestication increased their attraction To humans and the skill to guess their needs. Are … Continue reading October 18: Bough Wow Rough Roof
October 17: Exhausting Week
I knew this week was going to be unpleasant- The only thing unknown was the degree To which the lousiness was clear and present And how long I'd endure ignominy. Between bad news and stress I had my pick, With fraught misunderstandings in between, And each that followed felt like one more kick From fortune's … Continue reading October 17: Exhausting Week
October 16: Rather Nice
The best laid plans, as Robbie said, go wrong And leave us feeling saddened and distressed- One has but little choice to go along And hope the plans survive the latest test. Though one can't guess the vagaries of fate, One can design a strategy robust In which contingencies are given weight, Statistics leaving fortune … Continue reading October 16: Rather Nice
October 15: An Incoherent Whatsit
Too long my work day stretched into the dusk- As a result, plucked shelving coasted free, And bustled flimsy sausages with musk Whilst funding porridge uniformity. The tasks undone left my exhausted brain In gabled tortoises of clearest loam, Foretold acrostic corduroy terrain, And shortly cracked the unsung magic chrome. If you need sense or … Continue reading October 15: An Incoherent Whatsit
October 14: Tech Week, Pt. 1
To be involved in building a new show Even, as I am, quite peripherally, Is like a foxtrot: slow, slow, quick-quick, slow- A slog until it runs, not magically Because you saw each portion of the trick Rehearsed, repeated, every cue perfected, Until at last each tiny cog will click Into its proper place, interconnected, … Continue reading October 14: Tech Week, Pt. 1
October 13: Mutinous
I cannot blame the captain of the ship For disciplining lubberly midshipmen, Though crews through which misunderstanding slip With noxious rumours thoroughly equip men. Suspicion sowed on every spar and deck Makes all desirous of assigning blame In order to avert a violent wreck, Unlucky Jonah being called by name. So when the purser gets … Continue reading October 13: Mutinous
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