Sputterpub's Blog

All senses of detox most people know
involve the matters eaten, drunk or shot
(perhaps inhaled). But somehow I forgot
what interrupts a beneficial flow
of vital energy becomes a foe
to health that can impede, constrict, or blot
all senses.

I think I stalled upon an old plateau
until I altered how I move a lot.
I started to explore where I’ve been not.
Three days of strange were what it took to grow
all senses.

(Rondine)

The problem with retirement communities
is they resemble ghettos for the old.
The residents exhibit scant diversities,
and even if the food’s okay, what’s told
at table are minutia of infirmities,
adventures shrunk to where the wheelchair rolled,
the ambulance of no return, the eulogies,
prescription lists by which each day’s controlled.

And those abiding independently
in houses or apartments that permit,
are likely of the Boomer company,
engaging in what’s age-appropriate.
Stenosis of the spirit is the skids –
so spend some afternoons around the kids.

Subscribing, I have recently annexed
a catalog of resources to use
to slow decrepitude. Without pretext
I’m exercising ligaments and thews
before another effort, till I’m flexed
by gentle pose and stretch. I don’t abuse
the corpus like I did so many years.
This resolution’s working, it appears.

(Ottava Rima)

Compression is the symptom as I age –
a tendency in body and in mind.
There’s condensation in the way I gauge
surroundings, and the spacing in my spine.
I’m shrinking daily, sleeping shorter, kind
of like a turtle in my skin and neck.
Combating this, I stretch and fresh-opine.
I won’t surrender meekly to the wreck.

(Huitain)