Category Archives: Poetry

Might’s Well Write

Posted on March 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Away’s a break, and I’m with family.I’m visiting but we have little plannedoutside, and there’s not much to do or see,so when I’ve finished sundry tasks at hand,like dishes, salads, and I’ve energy,when talk is paused and time’s at my … Continue reading →

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Fragility

Posted on March 3, 2022 by sputterpub

It isn’t accurate to say I’m frail,but lately I feel my fragility.No organ yet is threatening to fail,and I’m retaining my abilityto move and reason. No senilitybesieges me, but health feels tentative.I act with care, and my tranquilitydemands my focus … Continue reading →

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A Little Gully

Posted on March 2, 2022 by sputterpub

All of a sudden I’m feeling less well.My troubles are small but they’re starting to swell.The tally increases – the minor too many.I’m willing improvement from total to any.

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Repetitive Postures

Posted on March 1, 2022 by sputterpub

We’re almost two years in, and here’s the deal –our body pains don’t have as origincoronavirus, though they’re just as real.We’re almost two years in. Arrested posture’s hard on frame and skin.We’ve aching soles and elbow-scaling peel,and pain in neck … Continue reading →

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The Protective Phlegm Conjecture

Posted on February 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I used to smoke a lot and every coldresulted in bronchitis that would lastfor weeks. The cough was chronic, uncontrolled,and sometimes it came on so strong and fastI’d wrench a rib, and then I had to holda pillow when I … Continue reading →

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The Fixer

Posted on February 27, 2022 by sputterpub

I think she gets a dopamine releasewhen standing on her soapbox to announcethe things we ought to do or have to cease –no sooner do we gripe than she will pounce.She thinks her subject knowledge will increaseour piece of mind, … Continue reading →

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Hunch

Posted on February 26, 2022 by sputterpub

My symptoms aren’t constant or severe.I don’t believe I need an M.R.I.And anyway, I cannot see a clearor easy way to get one if I try.The state of care is not the patient’s friend.I’d have to book and wait and … Continue reading →

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Laughing as I Sneeze

Posted on February 25, 2022 by sputterpub

I caught the baby’s cold and I feel worsethan she, apparently, because I’m old.(Of course, she can’t communicate in verseor prose, so maybe what I claim’s untrue).I got my body home, where I could nursemyself, and chuckle every time I … Continue reading →

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The Reading Challenge

Posted on February 24, 2022 by sputterpub

In looking for a work she’s never read –a book that’s also cinema-conveyed –I offered Fielding’s best to her, insteadof any other plot that’s been screen-played.And now she’s halfway in, with tickled head,and I’m a little jealous. I won’t trademy … Continue reading →

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Comfort

Posted on February 23, 2022 by sputterpub

If I met someone whose chief fantasieswere scripts of being cared for, comfort skitsin winter scenes or nestled in big trees –of cleanliness in plush and furry wraps,of hideaways in warmth amid a freeze,of faceless folk attending to her needs,then … Continue reading →

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