Author Archives: sputterpub

Polite Discourse

Posted on September 13, 2022 by sputterpub

My mother tried, when I was young, to teachme all the manners deemed to be polite.I wasn’t to allow my talk to reachreligion, or political insight.If I had nothing nice to say, I mightsay nothing, or discuss the temperature.And though … Continue reading →

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Perhaps I’ll Start to Dance

Posted on September 12, 2022 by sputterpub

Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,or practice yoga now I’ve earnedthe time and place to stretch and bend,the patience that I’ve sorely learned. I’m in the office once a week.Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,at home with time I used … Continue reading →

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Romance

Posted on September 11, 2022 by sputterpub

My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me.I brim with pride instead of shame, in fact.Nobody else can share my privacy. My darling doesn’t do discourtesy,but flourishes as my ideal of tact.My love’s comportment won’t embarrass me. I’d relish what would be … Continue reading →

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Another Slow Change

Posted on September 10, 2022 by sputterpub

Five years ago I volunteered my timeto help the son and spouse with childcare.I still had opportunities to rhymeand exercise, exchanging office airfor inside/outside kid activities,from four months old to walking, talking play.I got to share in first discoveriesof all … Continue reading →

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Modulation

Posted on September 9, 2022 by sputterpub

Some personalities are extra-large;apparently they come in varied sizes.Your tendency’s to fill a room, and chargeinto your current subject, no disguisesor affect. Then for sure this one despisesyou, while many like your bold technique.I know you know. My words hold … Continue reading →

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Rubber and Glue

Posted on September 8, 2022 by sputterpub

Suspecting but uncertain till the worstof Presidents pre-empted all the news,I understand when one’s behavior’s cursedby anybody ill-inclined and mean,the castigating words should be reversed,and fired at the speaker. What was laidinto the target’s by the blamer nursed.The playground said … Continue reading →

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The Anatomy of Aging

Posted on September 7, 2022 by sputterpub

The cost of age is charged in starts and fits –to few somatic failures are a blitz.The first attack on me was gum decay,and soon my neck was wrecked for sideways play,but after treatment I enjoyed respites. On lumbar left … Continue reading →

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900 Days Ago

Posted on September 6, 2022 by sputterpub

The first few weeks of endless quarantine,when all stayed home and no one knew the score,although we feared, nobody acted mean. The freeways with no traffic were serene,and aisles were near-empty at the store,the first few weeks of endless quarantine. … Continue reading →

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The Weakness of Words

Posted on September 5, 2022 by sputterpub

There used to be a woman living here –the oldest member of our H.O.A.and mean as spit, abusive, raining fearand loathing till they carted her away(a memory care unit has her now).But in those days, she did her part and … Continue reading →

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Beloved Enemy

Posted on September 4, 2022 by sputterpub

I must have been too young to know my mind.I fought against her coldness and contempt,but damaged Mom was hiding how she’s kind. I thought her rules were calculating, blindto every goal and effort I’d attempt.I must have been too … Continue reading →

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