Author Archives: sputterpub

Growing Humble

Posted on September 23, 2022 by sputterpub

I’ve heard it takes some courage to grow old.That notion seems as weak and frail to meas letting decades pass with uncontrolledattention to one’s flexibility.The quality unmentioned should be told:this aging teaches me humility.I keep forgetting – how I used … Continue reading →

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No Visiting Yet

Posted on September 22, 2022 by sputterpub

A week ago, she tested positive,and instantly went into careful mode.Of course she wants her family to livewithout infection. Leaving her abode,she camped inside the cottage while she rodeout symptoms. She improved to almost fine.They kept on testing and nobody … Continue reading →

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Dominance

Posted on September 21, 2022 by sputterpub

The only living things I kill are fliesand ants and other bugs I find withinmy house, that whine in ears or bite my skin.And as I tissue-hasten their demise,I think a slight apology. My sighsare small – for sure my … Continue reading →

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Invite Imagination

Posted on September 20, 2022 by sputterpub

Invite imagination to our chats.The narrative in full is never toldwithout a filter, when remote-controlled. We detail irks so readily, and that’ssuggestive that our ills are manifold.Invite imagination to our chats.The narrative in full is never told. Describing friends and … Continue reading →

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Upsides

Posted on September 19, 2022 by sputterpub

The benefits to growing old includea discount transit pass and Medicare.But better than both those, I’m now imbuedwith new ability to sense my bounds.I quickly comprehend my attitude;I know my limits when it comes to love;and finally, I’m able to … Continue reading →

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Soreness

Posted on September 18, 2022 by sputterpub

I used some muscles differently this week.I altered posture and I changed my twist.I heard an ancient set of teaching speakto me, in tones I didn’t let existbefore, before it disappears in mistof age, when I may grow to be … Continue reading →

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Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Lucky Ducking

Posted on September 16, 2022 by sputterpub

Okay so far, and marveling. It’s clearwe all feel well, and that’s a bit bizarre.Her test is positive, but we appearokay so far. We’re careful but we left the door ajar.At four events we’ve been exposed this year.We may not … Continue reading →

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Infiltration

Posted on September 15, 2022 by sputterpub

The group I know who took the greatest careto keep the virus out, has been beset.They always wear their masks and don’t forgetto sanitize when they go anywhere.So far just one of four is testing yes,and isolating at the same … Continue reading →

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Yoga One

Posted on September 14, 2022 by sputterpub

There lives an old lady alone,who’s fit for her years, heart and bone.Her first day of yoga,like Ticonderoga,gave victory so far unknown.

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