Category Archives: Poetry

Design

Posted on May 18, 2017 by sputterpub

Redundancy’s a benefit in smart design, along with sensors and alerts. And symmetry’s a necessary part, aesthetically and practically. Then hurts are not catastrophes. Malfunctions do occur, but engineering kept in mind the likely fails and rarer problems too, so … Continue reading →

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Ozymandias

Posted on May 16, 2017 by sputterpub

A man who savored every slide of life, and valued his possessions neatly kept, was married to an all-disposing wife who gratified herself, the while he slept, by fantasizing what she’d throw away if she had rein to sweep the … Continue reading →

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Mid-Afternoon Lull

Posted on May 15, 2017 by sputterpub

I need the sun today or I will drowse all afternoon – some times are like that when you get mature. I’ll lose it if I browse the Internet, or even play ten-ten; if I don’t move around I’ll fall … Continue reading →

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Irregretful

Posted on May 12, 2017 by sputterpub

The medicos have not been good for me. In general I’ve had less help than pain from doctors, nurses, techs and pharmacy, but every now and then the docs explain a situation, show a stretch or teach, and then I … Continue reading →

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Polyandry

Posted on May 11, 2017 by sputterpub

I caught the image of the perfect man for me: a coded version of a dream, expressing fancy more than any plan my cohorts call improbably extreme. For I imagine me and C entwined, with M available and E involved, … Continue reading →

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Finity

Posted on May 9, 2017 by sputterpub

I used to wear high heels to work most days – they made my legs look best, and I could stride impressively on streets and walks. I’d gaze at my reflected posture full of pride. But that was then; my … Continue reading →

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Patient Progress

Posted on May 8, 2017 by sputterpub

My belly is a pouch of ripply fat that hangs apart whenever I prepare to touch the floor, and on my lap it sat last night when I relaxed within my chair. My buttocks have an action all their own. … Continue reading →

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Glare & Blare

Posted on May 5, 2017 by sputterpub

Some time ago, the moon eclipsed the sun in part, and we were cautioned all along that we must screen our eyes unless we’d run a blinding risk. Now doesn’t it seem wrong (or strange at least) that though we’re … Continue reading →

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In the Wake of the Wisteria

Posted on May 4, 2017 by sputterpub

Wisteria I’ve valued for as long as I’ve lived with this yard, delighting me in purple blooms and summer leaves on strong tenacious limbs that climbed to canopy my trellis, strewing on the ground below its petals, pods and foliage … Continue reading →

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Accessories Before Dispensaries

Posted on May 2, 2017 by sputterpub

(20th Century History) I self-assigned a poem and chose a form that makes the work a contest for my brain. I need fourteen to constitute a quorum, and they must dance and sing in fit refrain. So here’s a sonnet … Continue reading →

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