Category Archives: Poetry

Ambiversion

Posted on December 23, 2019 by sputterpub

I claimed I was an introvert, before I gave the subject tests and further thought. “Gregarious but loner” was the score assumed by me, and to my children taught. They nodded, stating they were otherwise, but after we stopped trying … Continue reading →

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The Ages of Advice

Posted on December 20, 2019 by sputterpub

I early understood the righteous path away from murk and chaos, tending toward fierce honesty. I bellowed truth with wrath and passion – then my wisdom got ignored. In middle life I learned it wasn’t bad to be so disregarded, … Continue reading →

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Love Among Young Cousins

Posted on December 18, 2019 by sputterpub

The gentleman was young and shy and sweet. The lady was his junior by four years. His attitude was courtly, hers replete with burning quests for answers. It appears that theirs were kindred minds, but unmatched themes in fact. Their … Continue reading →

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The Thing Is

Posted on December 16, 2019 by sputterpub

I want to give this observation tongue: (I’m lately often somnolent or cold) – they say that youth is wasted on the young, but leisure’s seldom useful to the old.

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Being Me (Then)

Posted on December 12, 2019 by sputterpub

To tell the truth, I’ve had some lonely nights, an adolescence frustrating and long, a prime so stressed and busy that delights were interrupted, sacrificed to strong responsibilities, or else occurred but didn’t meet anticipation then. Oh there were dismal … Continue reading →

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Being Me (Now)

Posted on December 11, 2019 by sputterpub

I’ve met depression in my closest friends; I know it isn’t sadness but disease. I had to stretch to sense how gloom descends on them, and colonizes energies, while I appear to teem with neural wealth (my serotonin levels must … Continue reading →

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Cold

Posted on December 9, 2019 by sputterpub

There seems to be something about growing old, or maybe I’ve lost too much fat, but mornings and evenings I’m feeling so cold, I’m wearing a sweater and hat.

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Honestly

Posted on December 5, 2019 by sputterpub

I wasn’t that surprised when I first heard some athletes took some drugs to better build up muscles and performance. It’s absurd assuming fair behavior in a field as wide as wealth, as vast as viral fame. The aspect that … Continue reading →

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A Great Age

Posted on December 4, 2019 by sputterpub

The vet described my dog’s old age as “great” when she surpassed her breed’s expected span. He used the adjective to designate immensity instead of good or grand. Likewise your age is great at 94, although you seem to hate … Continue reading →

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Whether

Posted on December 3, 2019 by sputterpub

The sun is setting earlier tonight than it did yesterday. We ascertain we daily have a lesser length of light, but none among us knows when it will rain, or if the winds will hibernate this year. Will quenching water … Continue reading →

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