Category Archives: Aging

Mixed Feeling

Posted on July 12, 2022 by sputterpub

All of a sudden Madam’s sounding wise.Can she be aging to smart?I’ve gotten so expert at loathe and despise –must I adopt a new art?Just when she’s nearly defeated belief,I’m starting to think I’ll be feeling some grief.

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Odd Couple

Posted on July 5, 2022 by sputterpub

They always were too different to be friends,at first and as they chose their separate ways.Yet mostly they agreed or made amends,repairing several schisms. Their forayskept intersecting, for they shared some ends,until diverging in these latter days.For one’s increased their … Continue reading →

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Profusion

Posted on July 3, 2022 by sputterpub

What can I say that I haven’t already?How can I write that will trigger a thought?Too much assortment is making me heady,not in a manner I ever have sought.

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Still Negative

Posted on June 24, 2022 by sputterpub

Still negative, although I’ve got a cough,and feel fatigue most every afternoon,my chatter with a doctor made me scoff –I’m tired cause I’m out of bed too sooneach morning, and the reason breathing’s offis hanging with a 5 year-old in … Continue reading →

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If You Forgot

Posted on June 23, 2022 by sputterpub

If you forgot some time you meant to keep,although you wrote and may have snapped a shot,perhaps you needn’t criticize. Don’t weep,if you forgot. Your memory is adequate. It’s notinfallible, but stores some visions deepand loses lighter memories a lot. … Continue reading →

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Dwell

Posted on June 18, 2022 by sputterpub

It may be enoughto dwell: to savor todaywithout memory.

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Tuesday Travel

Posted on June 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading →

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Feeling Unredundant

Posted on June 11, 2022 by sputterpub

Five years ago I took on childcare,commuting twice a week to spend the dayswith grandson #4. I didn’t sparemy back the work, but it was mighty niceto leave the desk and breathe in baby air.In time, the virus came – … Continue reading →

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What: We Worry?

Posted on June 2, 2022 by sputterpub

The marks of age surprise me even now,when I’ve been senior over seven years.I’m startled every time I meet with howtoo readily I’m injured. Like my peersI’m quick to bruise and slow to mend. My browis corrugated just as worry … Continue reading →

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An Hour Early at an Early Hour

Posted on May 29, 2022 by sputterpub

An hour early at my desk today,I published verse and started to compose.Awake at sunrise has become my way,but till this morning I inclined to newsand solitaire and puzzling to delaythe work of thought and exercise till 8.The early hour … Continue reading →

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