Libby Weber's Blog, page 20

August 3: Luxury of Laps

One swim revealed that I was out of shape.

The second showed it’s easy to improve.

The third time out I managed to escape

With only broken goggles- I could move!

And on the fourth, new goggles now procured,

I managed to complete my old workout,

Though celebration would be premature,

As tempting as it is to whoop and shout.

It’s really not impressive to have done

A thing my body trained to do for years.

Though I confess, I find it rather fun

To feel familiar strokes slip into gear.

I savor my accomplishme...

August 2: Inclemency

A summer in the midst of coastal scrub

Is not a normal time or place for rain,

As evidenced by copiousness of shrubs:

That’s all our meager rainfall can sustain.

And so an August beach bonfire would seem

To be a suitable, in-season thing,

So much so that no-one would ever dream

That climate might preclude the reveling.

Surprise! Unseasonable humidity

And low gray clouds composed of more than mist

Required of plans certain fluidity,

Until a lightning strike that barely missed.

While weather wreaked impre...

August 1: Handfast Friends

Today, two individuals were joined,

Four siblings, eight immediate relations,

And over sixteen other friends enjoined

To give support and joy to celebrations-

For love of one another two were wed,

For love of two, so many came together

To give good wishes for their road ahead;

That it be strewn with great things altogether.

Therefore, it is no wonder that among

Those gathered were the seeds of friendships new,

That when the vows were vowed and songs were sung

Kinships unfurled and old connections grew.

T...

July 31: Finishing Down

It is exquisite torture to succumb

To the desire to rest upon the bed

While finding heavy eyelids bothersome,

As lower droops the hebetudinous head.

But even as the lids rejoice to meet,

The brain cries out that tasks remain undone,

Thus jerking you awake – “Did I complete

A sonnet? No? May I post a re-run?”

But no, I grit my teeth and soldier on

Despite the fact my memory’s a sieve,

And my ideas die before they spawn

A single thing resembling narrative.

But when it’s done my mind and body race

To be the...

July 30: Deferral

The circus now has ended, go in peace-

And wait for the inevitable clash

Of life and weariness without surcease

Colloquially known as post-con crash.

How can we fail to mourn collective glee

As for the year it goes into remission,

And fades into the sort of memory

That causes melancholic disposition.

Postponing crash was all that I could do-

By means of sleep and robust exercise.

Of course it’s not a thing I can eschew

No matter how I’d wish it otherwise.

Alas, we all must pay this bitter price

For having...

July 29: Bluffs

We are the sum of our experiences,

So having been a lifeguard in my youth

I’m good at seeing past appearances,

Especially when they contradict the truth.

So if a lazy parent thinks state law

Does not apply to him or to his brood,

For liability cares not a straw,

And to the pool attendant is quite rude,

When he claims they’re lap swimming- clearly guff-

And thinks his word excuses the offenders,

I do not hesitate to call his bluff

And have those kids swim laps ’til they surrender.

Transgression loses char...

July 28: Con Tiki

Four days of fangirl fun at Comic-Con

Will naturally result in lovely things,

From exercising nerdish lexicon

To being filled with awe by costuming.

But in addition to these lovely sights,

And entertaining panels rife with dish,

My own ambitions could not but take flight

In ways that I had never thought to wish.

The concentration of professionals

In industries I hope to penetrate

Outlined how to avert the obstacles,

And list the steps I might concatenate.

Such joy to find an unexpected map

Where waking li...

July 27: The One Stooge

Our band contained nine stooges in three rings,

Which was a challenge to coordinate,

Until a new ringmaster had us sing

From music, thus reducing them to eight.

Three more were lost when we changed our PA

To pick up only voices and guitars,

One fled when sets were not in disarray,

Woodshedding charts made two give au revoirs.

Which means that set-up doesn’t taken an hour,

And pieces can improve from week to week,

Mic’ed saxophones no longer overpower,

And set lists are no longer so oblique.

Thus, our sto...

July 26: Best Episode Ever

Sometimes a perfect day is full of stress,

Fatigue and aches, chagrin and too-few meals,

And traffic jams that snare the streets downtown,

Adrenalin makes weariness surreal,

To see two strangers see and greet each other,

With shibboleths that makes the other smile,

And then, embracing, call each other brother-

Moments like this delight as they beguile.

For when unlikely things become the norm,

Preposterous becomes a possibility.

Facilitated frolics can transform

A person suffering from invisibility.

To b...

July 25: Whose Who?

A day spent in the company of friends,

Both those of old and those you’ve now just met,

Upon which everyone overextends

Their energies but cannot be upset-

For each day’s crammed with more than one can see

And interstitial loveliness abounds;

Combined nostalgia, wit, and novelty-

Reflected thus in others, it astounds.

Just as it’s said that one can’t simply walk

Into Mordor, nor into Ballroom 20,

It’s difficult to paraphrase a talk,

When overwhelmed by the delights of plenty.

Our hearts and TARDISes do c...