Category Archives: Aging

Sense Odds

Posted on August 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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New Dreamform

Posted on August 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I host disoriented dreams of late.My sleep is light – the borderline betweenawake or not is weak and inchoate.A rise to consciousness occurs withouta sense of my location or the date.And what is interrupted, when I rouse?Particulars of puzzles that … Continue reading →

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Unknown to Me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Unknown to me although we’ve shared our yearsin empathetic close fraternity,I’m sometimes stunned as evidence appears,unknown to me. I tried imagining that I were he.I paid attention to his words and fears,but my best guess includes uncertainty. If distance so … Continue reading →

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Delegating Apology

Posted on August 3, 2022 by sputterpub

A younger relative offended mewith nasty tantrum words and flouncing out.She seems too old (past 39) to berelapsing into sarcasm and pout.She “circled back” days later, to reviewthe circumstance and context of her fit(still young enough to grasp at “closure” … Continue reading →

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Age Gauge

Posted on August 2, 2022 by sputterpub

My daughter says what makes her feel her ageis when her brother’s birthday comes along.Her younger sibling constitutes a gaugecorrecting self-impression. Is she wrong?I think not, as I read a likely page,and excavate a lyric from her song.My baby brother’s … Continue reading →

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Postponing

Posted on August 1, 2022 by sputterpub

Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy.It somewhat modulated flow,postponing work a week ago.I’m thinking now I need to slowmy pace to vital quality.Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy. (Triolet)

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Fatigued Today

Posted on July 31, 2022 by sputterpub

Fatigued today, I’m glad to have some timeat home, where I can nap and bathe and playat solitaire and searching out this rhyme.Fatigued today. I’ll have a lengthy phone call – it’s our wayeach Sunday morning to exchange sublimeor homely … Continue reading →

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Hoist

Posted on July 30, 2022 by sputterpub

The legend says a farm boy made a vowto lift a newborn bullock every dawn.By that prescription he aimed to know how,in time, to hoist a bull, with built-up brawn.Life intervened. On land he left that cowwhile he was ill … Continue reading →

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A Dog Day of Summer

Posted on July 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying laying low at home today.I’ll make an effort to resist each taskI might incline to self-assign, the wayI have since I was 8 or 9 years old.I’ll hide my underwear. I’ll learn to playa new computer game. But … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls II

Posted on July 27, 2022 by sputterpub

The women whom I daily telephoneare probably as bored with it as I,but when I dare omit, each takes a toneof petulant flirtation, never wry.They used to travel, leaving me alone,but age and Covid make them journey-shy.And now I only … Continue reading →

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