On normal Wednesdays, I depart my place
from 10 a.m. till after 8 at night.
I daily make my bed – there’s little space
for messiness – my one-room house is tight.
I smooth the covers and I turn to face
outside, away. I come home after light
has gone, and ready bed for my repose.
I wonder then why made was what I chose.
(Ottava Rima)
Our species moribund, the planet ill,
the future’s shape no longer indistinct,
although it may take centuries to kill
us off, it seems civility has peaked.
Now courtesy has tumbled from a hill,
engendering an avalanche of dirt
that buries kindness in a dire spill.
Before humanity becomes extinct,
we’ve just a little age to draft our will.
(Magic 9)
My esthetician recommends I pay
a visit to her once a month (or two).
And though it’s superficial, I display
my face quite frequently, to me and you.
So rising, first I bathe and use shampoo,
and then I walk an hour to her couch,
where I relax, and learn from every cue,
too old for self-neglect, too young to slouch.
(Huitain)
If darkest pre-dawn,
perhaps it will be lightest
right before sunset.
Apparently I chose two times to fly
when planes were full but airports had no crowd.
I saw sufficient folks on whom to spy,
but talk and background music weren’t loud.
The weather had some moisture in the sky
but didn’t block the views with too much cloud.
And in between the flights, while I was gone,
the love was good. I call my voyage bon.
(Ottava Rima)
Away’s a break, and I’m with family.
I’m visiting but we have little planned
outside, and there’s not much to do or see,
so when I’ve finished sundry tasks at hand,
like dishes, salads, and I’ve energy,
when talk is paused and time’s at my command,
I turn attention to an inward sight.
I take a seat somewhere, and start to write.
(Ottava Rima)
It isn’t accurate to say I’m frail,
but lately I feel my fragility.
No organ yet is threatening to fail,
and I’m retaining my ability
to move and reason. No senility
besieges me, but health feels tentative.
I act with care, and my tranquility
demands my focus be preventative.
(Huitain)
All of a sudden I’m feeling less well.
My troubles are small but they’re starting to swell.
The tally increases – the minor too many.
I’m willing improvement from total to any.
We’re almost two years in, and here’s the deal –
our body pains don’t have as origin
coronavirus, though they’re just as real.
We’re almost two years in.
Arrested posture’s hard on frame and skin.
We’ve aching soles and elbow-scaling peel,
and pain in neck that pulls on ear and chin.
We need to move each shoulder now, and heel.
It’s time to exit homes and to begin
to stretch a hunch about the hunching feel.
We’re almost two years in.
(Roundel)
I used to smoke a lot and every cold
resulted in bronchitis that would last
for weeks. The cough was chronic, uncontrolled,
and sometimes it came on so strong and fast
I’d wrench a rib, and then I had to hold
a pillow when I sneezed or even laughed.
I stopped inhaling smoke. I turned that off,
but now it pains my sternum when I cough.
(Ottava Rima)
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