Reflecting

Posted on October 26, 2021 by sputterpub

Perhaps when my heart
bleeds with grief for children’s pain,
it’s not about them.

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The Storm of October

Posted on October 25, 2021 by sputterpub

I recollect anxiety, as rain
I loved came down too hard and long to drain,
but that was when I lived beside a creek.
This landlocked cottage doesn’t have a leak,
so I prepared to like a record drench,
except a neighbor’s looking for a wrench
connected to an expert who can plug
the torrent flooding furniture and rug.
Exciting weather isn’t costing me,
but now I can’t enjoy it worry-free.

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Ode to Oct

Posted on October 24, 2021 by sputterpub

October is my favorite month, I think.
It’s past September’s ambiguity.
It’s clearly Fall and sunsets skew to pink,
while nights are growing in temerity
like adolescent forays on the brink
of edging into self-discovery.
October isn’t serious or mean,
and terminates by hosting Halloween.

(Ottava Rima)

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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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