Balsamic Vinaigrette

Posted on October 23, 2021 by sputterpub

The oil and the vinegar
emulsified so beautifully,
like honey twined with claret wine,
like strands of syrup jewels.

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The Postponement

Posted on October 22, 2021 by sputterpub

It hurt my heart to watch his face reflect
his disappointment with our game delay.
His mother made the pair of us expect
we’d have tonight for unmolested play.
It wasn’t my idea – I didn’t say
let’s go again so soon. He didn’t seek
it either, but our plans were chased away
by self-absorbent parents, for a week.

(Huitain)

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Chill

Posted on October 21, 2021 by sputterpub

I turned the heaters on the other day –
the bathroom felt too chill at 8 a.m.
And later, when the sky grew black from gray,
I fired up the furnace. Using them
before November isn’t often done.
I’m California-proud and try to do
with heat provided first by April sun
until pre-winter wind and rain blows through.

But normal weather patterns are upset.
We’ve seen anomalies for several years.
And also as I’m aging, I now get
to feeling cold in warmer atmospheres.
Who used to weather 66 degrees
wants 7 more these days, to feel at ease.

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Unforgetting

Posted on October 20, 2021 by sputterpub

I doubt that I’ll need
to recall how my excess
made me ail last night.

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Posture

Posted on October 19, 2021 by sputterpub

The challenge in the morning ride is mucus management.
Arising dry I feel the slide – I once was diligent
and blew my nose to clear the flow, but that produced an ache
between my ear and throat I know such repetitions make.
I started then to sniff and mop – I cocked my visage back,
which made the pour through nostrils stop, but that produced a track
of slime that’s called post-nasal drip, and spared my tissue need –
So now on bike I backward tip, which makes it hard to read.

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Refresh

Posted on October 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m needing to refresh my fitness goal.
My habits have relaxed too much of late.
I’m almost eager to resume control
and not continue to procrastinate.
I used to limit what and when I ate,
and log good exercise six days a week.
I’m not extreme, or trying to lose weight;
I’ll modify and hone my old technique.

(Huitain)

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Bath Denied

Posted on October 17, 2021 by sputterpub

Two days ago, I ran a bath for me
to linger in and soak my stress apart.
I entered it half-full – the watery
amassment hadn’t reached desired depth,
when pressure ebbed and flow decreased to be
a dribble to a drop, and then all gone.
I wasn’t warned about the paucity.
A Tuesday job had Friday for its start.
I had to use my bath for toiletry.

(Magic 9)

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What’s Wrong with Her?

Posted on October 16, 2021 by sputterpub

What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a book
she first encountered fifty years ago
that holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know.

Each fall and spring she takes another look
at comedy above and sense below.
What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a book
she first encountered fifty years ago.

Her friends are recommending works that shook
their attitudes and made perspective grow:
to try this novel or to stream that show.
What’s wrong with her? Again she reads a book
she first encountered fifty years ago
that holds no wit she doesn’t clearly know.

(English Madrigal)

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Girlish

Posted on October 15, 2021 by sputterpub

Most people I’ve known
have let life happen to them
especially girls.

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Moving Words

Posted on October 14, 2021 by sputterpub

I watched his mother ask if he was pleased
I’m visiting tomorrow. He replied
“Of course. I love her” – simple words that squeezed
my heart with pleasure like his toddler hug.
(My lust for true affection was appeased –
this happened in our FaceTime call last night).
I’m caught by his sincerity. I’m seized
by shining eyes and mind. I’m gratified
and charmed, full worry-free and weary-eased.

(Magic 9)

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