Category Archives: Poetry

No News

Posted on December 4, 2021 by sputterpub

As soon as we swore in the very worstof presidents, I started gulping news.I watched the talking heads and faces firstand soon expanded reading, seeking cluesand understanding. Knowing we’re self-curseddid little to assuage, and truth abusedcompounded tragedy. Of late I’ve … Continue reading →

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Back on Bike

Posted on December 3, 2021 by sputterpub

On Monday I resumed home exercise.My traveling imposed a 5-day pause,right after illness forced a week’s demisein fitness maintenance by morning laws.I roused myself to start again, becauseit pays me compound dividends to pushand stretch and minimize the flawsthat aging … Continue reading →

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Romper Room

Posted on December 2, 2021 by sputterpub

I hated Romper Room when I was young.Miss Nancy was as corny as a nurse –so patronizing, with her baby tongue.And later, Dick & Jane were even worse.I saw through all the hand-on-kneecap bends.I never fell for ads on the … Continue reading →

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The Cuff

Posted on December 1, 2021 by sputterpub

She said it isn’t hypertension yet,but maybe I should purchase my own cuff.And I postponed but I did not forget –I figured it was on my mind enoughI didn’t need to measure, and abetmy bit of nagging worry. That was … Continue reading →

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Rain Plane Huitain

Posted on November 30, 2021 by sputterpub

Communication problems slowed me down.I tried complying, but I failed to getthe TSA instructions— did he frownbehind his mask? But even so, he letme pass (Express), and then I didn’t setcomputer gear apart. But here’s the plane.I’m old and not … Continue reading →

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Concentration

Posted on November 29, 2021 by sputterpub

I concentrated on my kin last week.I occupied less space and wrote few lines.I funded meals and didn’t try to speak.I paid attention to some odd designs.I took less space than when I bide at home.I barely read and didn’t … Continue reading →

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Limbs and Leaves

Posted on November 28, 2021 by sputterpub

The noise of wind awoke me late last night,exhaling harsh and analog above.I heard at times the clunk of branches, rightoutside my door, as autumn gave a shoveto limbs and leaves migrating to the ground,without a forecast warning. That’s okay … Continue reading →

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Feeding Time

Posted on November 27, 2021 by sputterpub

Observing squirrels through a pane of glass,I see them growing fatter every day.Voraciously they forage, adding massand making tree limbs bounce from what they weigh.They’re full of flora calories and sass.They vandalize the plants and throw awaythe bulk of what … Continue reading →

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Pathetic Poetry

Posted on November 26, 2021 by sputterpub

“A poem should be about your feelings,” saidan audience that fails to understand.Experience has other words instead:“A poem is just a making, and can bein almost any tone and subject. Dreadthe trite and ever seek to be sincere,but you can … Continue reading →

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Edits

Posted on November 25, 2021 by sputterpub

When writing metered rhyming poetry,a syllable should not be thrown away.A wasted phrase amounts to felony(as lines are few, each word should have its say).If I may risk reverse humility,then here’s how I might edit Ms Millay: I burn the … Continue reading →

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