Category Archives: Coronaverse

Nearly Negative

Posted on October 17, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying not to dance around, but so far no dark line appears. Can this be true? Will it be found no virus now detected? Fears I’ll see that stripe again abound — although the anti-viral clears the system soon … Continue reading →

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Covid-Stuck

Posted on October 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m Covid-stuck at home alone 10 days, but this seems easier than at the start. Time passes as I nap, and I’ve learned ways to while hours now. The food and meds I want my brother lovingly conveys. The need … Continue reading →

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A Brief Arrest

Posted on October 14, 2022 by sputterpub

I watched my children, when it started, freak out at the threat it held for their young kid. They closed their doors entirely, and week by week they said to me they must forbid my visiting unless I saw no … Continue reading →

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Solo Practice

Posted on October 13, 2022 by sputterpub

Nine hundred thirty days would pass, from when the lockdown was initiated here to testing positive myself, and then retreating into solo atmosphere. My arms are closed, and won’t expand again until the little Covid test is clear. I hoped … Continue reading →

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Inadvertent Pruning

Posted on October 12, 2022 by sputterpub

The good news is my Covid’s not severe. The bad is I still have to isolate. And yesterday the gardener worked back here, and as he used his shears to amputate wisteria that shot above the gate, he cut the … Continue reading →

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Covid Day One

Posted on October 11, 2022 by sputterpub

I noticed yesterday a dearth of pep. I pushed through morning exercise but felt no better, no relief. With staggered step I stood and surveyed me, and then I dealt with diagnosis — did a Covid test, and read the … Continue reading →

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Stupid Moves

Posted on September 27, 2022 by sputterpub

Coronavirus sent me to my room,of course increasing time alone for me.I got away sometimes, or met by Zoomand FaceTime, but there were more hours freefor solitaire – I went from one to threea day, amassing undefeated streaks.I learned to … 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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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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