Monthly Archives: September 2023

Insensitive

Posted on September 20, 2023 by sputterpub

The sympathy’s appreciated. Butit leads me to believe I ought to feelmore grief and insecurity at whatoccurred last week. The violation’s real,yet I’m serene in cranium and gut;this thievery’s a petty kind of deal.A mess suggests whoever played a partwas … Continue reading →

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Retaking Monday

Posted on September 19, 2023 by sputterpub

The violation must have taken placeon Friday over night, while I was goneto children and their children, to embraceyoung torsos and the games they’re doting on.The Sunday morning mess and loss, at dawndiscovered, brought denial, then dismay,but not for long. … Continue reading →

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The Mess

Posted on September 18, 2023 by sputterpub

Arriving home, the first clue was the gate,but maybe neighbor Sally missed the latchwhen she replaced the nozzle we both hate.The second oddity I didn’t catchuntil I glanced outside at half past eight –my laundry door ajar that gaped a … Continue reading →

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47

Posted on September 17, 2023 by sputterpub

Two score and seven after giving birth,I choose these words to publicize a childmy husband and I loosed upon the earthwho’s always been a force, and seldom mild.In some ways she reminded me of me,but we’re as unalike in wit … Continue reading →

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Cautiously Optimistic

Posted on September 16, 2023 by sputterpub

“Odds are…” “You never know…” we tossed around.“Of course it isn’t likely, but he maybe prompted to improve.” And then she frowned,asserting yet another bald cliche.But I’ve seen new examples that confoundher banal expectations, so I say,“My optimism’s cautious but … Continue reading →

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Gratuitous Malice

Posted on September 15, 2023 by sputterpub

I know she’s fueled by malice and complaint.I’ve watched her all my life, and heard a lotof judgment, criticism – nothing faintor circumspect, and not to be forgot.Though motes of truth were scattered in her shot,unduly mean but not a … Continue reading →

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Resisting Meds

Posted on September 14, 2023 by sputterpub

I bought black market drugs some years ago,when I was young and laws had not yet passed.Back then, of course there was no way to knowtheir provenance – who held them next to last.But that was better than Big Pharma’s … Continue reading →

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Careless Words

Posted on September 13, 2023 by sputterpub

When you hear hurtful words, they may be true,in which case you might heed and thereby learn,or else they’re not and thus your point of viewcan shift, indicting speaker. You can turnaway then from the fool insulting you,and let that … Continue reading →

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Reception

Posted on September 12, 2023 by sputterpub

I like each poem I post, but some speak morefor me, and satisfy an itch I mayhave not yet recognized. They might explorea path unseen till now, or find a wayto pair the words that thrills me in my core.I … Continue reading →

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Is It Too Soon?

Posted on September 11, 2023 by sputterpub

Is it too soon to put my nightclothes on,at 2 p.m. on Sunday afternoon?It’s light outside but all my vigor’s gone.Is it too soon? My stamina is low enough to swoon.I’ve wrangled stimulated kids since dawn.We danced around like we … Continue reading →

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