Category Archives: Poetry

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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Missing You (HA 52 Ovillejo)

Posted on May 8, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m sick of this – to leave my place I mask my face. The social berth is six feet wide, or stay inside. It’s harder than mere loneliness without your kiss. I’m tough but what I really miss are days … Continue reading →

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Attempted Relaxation (HA 51 Italian Sonnet)

Posted on May 7, 2020 by sputterpub

We needn’t agitate about the news, when all we know for sure is we don’t know. Reportage seeks no depth; it tries to flow at us in summaries. For any who’s experienced with something papers choose to tell or anchors … Continue reading →

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Connectivity (HA 50 Rhyme Royal)

Posted on May 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Exposed by ten to some geography, I learned the names of land and water mass, and wondered why we numbered seven seas when all were clearly one. The kids in class had no complaint; I tried not to harass – … Continue reading →

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