Category Archives: Coronaverse

The Phase of Stage 2 (HA 62)

Posted on May 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Progressing to Stage 2, we’d like to know it’s progress, but our only certainty is lack of information. There’s a show on every network, short on strategy and tactics, acting like we’re in a war, and featuring some hospital release … Continue reading →

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Rhyme Zone (HA 61 Spenserian Sonnet)

Posted on May 17, 2020 by sputterpub

I started writing poetry at 6, and cranked it up when I was 41. Initially it must have been a fix for some need then unmet, for once begun I kept composing – efforts ever fun but never frequent, needing … Continue reading →

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Monday Slog (HA 60 Spenserian Stanza)

Posted on May 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I telework on Tuesdays, and of late I spend the next two days in quaranteam. Then Friday is recovery – a date for me alone at home where every dream of comfort rests – I’m resident supreme. On Saturday the … Continue reading →

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Online Shopping (HA 59 Ottava Rima)

Posted on May 15, 2020 by sputterpub

I own a blue bandana and received a hand-constructed mask my daughter made. I dislike wearing each. I feel relieved to get back home where solitaire is played and I can touch my face. Of course I’m peeved – beneath … Continue reading →

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Home Work (HA 58 Almost-Pushkin Sonnet)

Posted on May 14, 2020 by sputterpub

I never was attracted to the stuff a girl’s supposed to like. I never sought a make-up tip or owned a powder puff, I hate to shop, and what my mother taught was mostly useless and irrelevant. I tried to … Continue reading →

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Yeah, But (HA 57 Rhyme Royal)

Posted on May 13, 2020 by sputterpub

Attempting to count blessings while confined by virus, panic, proclamation, news, we’re trying to see tempest silver-lined: We say “At least we,” and embrace the views of thanks for Internet and nursing crews. We even hope that when this bane’s … Continue reading →

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Never Mind (HA 56 Heroic Stanza)

Posted on May 12, 2020 by sputterpub

My biggest earrings fitly interfere with masks that I’m required now to wear, but I selected hoops when I showed ear (I only need the look for barbered hair).

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Renee (HA 55 Trinidad Sonnet)

Posted on May 11, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to dance for glee and exercise at parties, with a lover, or alone. I’d start to move, seduced to close my eyes to better hear and feel the vivid thrum of bass guitar. It wasn’t saxophone that moved … Continue reading →

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Ahead of Myself (HA 54 Trimeric)

Posted on May 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I told myself I’d write a poem a day. I found that each attempt inspired more. I wrote – that triggered words I had to say. Now editing’s become my favorite chore. I found that each attempt inspired more, and … Continue reading →

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Leaking (HA 53 Huitain)

Posted on May 9, 2020 by sputterpub

The quarantine begins to fall apart but then, the word emerged from “40” days, and 53 have finished since the start of house-arrested isolated ways. Our discipline is cracking – spring displays bring people out and home sequester leaks. The … Continue reading →

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