Category Archives: Poetry

I Couldn’t Have Been More Wrong

Posted on December 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I thought I had good teeth.I felt my hands were handsome, in my prime.I didn’t dream of damage far beneathmy gums, or plumpness suctioned out by time.I thought my lumbar wouldn’t give me pain –my bottom-heavy … Continue reading →

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One Medical

Posted on December 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I hadn’t seen a doctor in two years.I know I’m wearing old and should be screened,but mine retired. I was in arrearstwo months before the virus intervened. I found a new practitioner and wentlast week to meet and check my … Continue reading →

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Lame Duck Season

Posted on December 23, 2020 by sputterpub

The CEO of cowards is a rat.He never was a winner – he’s a wimp.We’re looking at a drake that has a limp. Resembling the mean guy in a fratwho hazes with the morals of a pimp,the CEO of cowards … Continue reading →

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Wardrobe

Posted on December 22, 2020 by sputterpub

I never owned designer clothes or shoes,but still I used to ponder what to wear.To look all right and feel okay, I’d choosemy outfit carefully. I didn’t careabout the latest styles, but I tooksome time and effort when I made … Continue reading →

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December 21

Posted on December 21, 2020 by sputterpub

The winter solstice is upon us now –today we have the shortest span of light.We mark the start of winter, and allowourselves provisions to endure the night.Tomorrow brings us longer light, and thensucceeding days will lengthen daytime’s rule.The sun is … Continue reading →

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Pan Future

Posted on December 20, 2020 by sputterpub

When we’re beyond this virus, will we lookat all the agony that we’ve endured,and then conclude that, really, what it tookwas waiting to by pharmacies be cured?And for the next disease that sweeps the worldby global interaction, must we duckinside … Continue reading →

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Temp

Posted on December 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to be plumper and seldom felt cold.I liked 68 degrees.But now I’ve lost weight and I’ve gotten so old,my hands every afternoon freeze. I’ve always liked winter for hunkering in.I’m fond of the fireplace view.But now with my … Continue reading →

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A First World Problem

Posted on December 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Entitled and intelligent, I blurt(so fortunate I really can’t complain),that even first world problems carry hurt –if one’s alive one senses: pain is pain. So I will mention (softly, like a mouse),that though I love my hermitage, I learnI need … Continue reading →

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Imaginary Arguments

Posted on December 17, 2020 by sputterpub

Afraid to raise a subject with offspringthat could result in argument or breach(not permanent but not a welcome thing),I waited and rehearsed. I didn’t reachthe limit of unease until last night,when need to calm exceeded caution’s rim.With firm resolve I … Continue reading →

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The Boy and the Bullock

Posted on December 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I heard a story once, about a boywho hoisted in the air a newborn bull,determined to each morning re-employhis muscles as the bullock grew. At fullsize he would surely raise the beast, he thought.That attitude seemed accurate to me.But long … Continue reading →

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