Category Archives: Writing

A Few Cherished Hours

Posted on November 30, 2022 by sputterpub

I haven’t had the time to write a poemthe last two days, with all the doing here.The solitude and silence of my homeis missing in this loving atmosphere.There’s conversation to be had – it’s clearwe want to cook the meals … Continue reading →

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Travel Pt 2

Posted on November 29, 2022 by sputterpub

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading →

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I Took to Poetry

Posted on November 2, 2022 by sputterpub

I took to poetry from loving soundof language, and what meter does to me.I wasn’t over seven when I foundI took to poetry. My mother tried to stifle energyexpressing any feelings – always frownedor snapped, or showed disdain impatiently. “Oh, … Continue reading →

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Writing in Anticipation of Deeds Performed

Posted on November 1, 2022 by sputterpub

A week after I put these words in ink,three months after the project was begun,a day before I’m posting this, I thinkmy internet will be repaired. All donewill be the work in front, the drinkto celebrate completion will be poured,and … Continue reading →

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Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Stamina

Posted on September 3, 2022 by sputterpub

I know smart people lusting to belongamong the class of writers who are famed.They want to fashion fiction or a songof which no other writer’d be ashamed.Imagining the honors to be claimed,the signings, the distinction day and night,they dream of … Continue reading →

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Profusion

Posted on July 3, 2022 by sputterpub

What can I say that I haven’t already?How can I write that will trigger a thought?Too much assortment is making me heady,not in a manner I ever have sought.

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Deja Dread

Posted on July 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Approaching 2020 from two yearsbeyond that now, reviewing verse from then,I cringe because I know Covid appearswithin a month, to shorten lives of menand women, narrow presents, foment fears,to make of every habitat a pen.And though I’ve written daily since … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Travel

Posted on June 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading →

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Huitain and Ottava Rima

Posted on June 4, 2022 by sputterpub

When I embarked upon this House Arrestassignment, I explored a hundred sortsof metered rhyming verse. Although I’m bestrehearsed in sonnets, I attempted formsI hadn’t tried and some I never guessedexisted – it was like a daily quiz.I found, as days … Continue reading →

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