Advice

Posted on September 17, 2021 by sputterpub

Unsolicited
advice (if sound) never fails
to fall on deaf ears.

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Wellness Alone

Posted on September 16, 2021 by sputterpub

As long as I recall, I’ve looked around
at others and assessed their self-content.
So part-way through my youth, I thought I found
a path to understanding what life meant.
Developing ideas with the intent
of being happy, soon I tried to tell
the recipe. I know I failed. Unbent,
I comprehend the loneliness of well.

(Huitain)

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Initially

Posted on September 15, 2021 by sputterpub

A set of Sunday puzzles can’t reveal
an aptitude improved, a clearer mind.
And better stamina may not be real,
but normal variance. I’m not inclined
to a conclusion, but I can’t conceal
from me or this the benefits I find
this week, from breathing slow and through my nose.
I’m calmly into feeling where this goes.

(Ottava Rima)

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Well, Shut My Mouth

Posted on September 14, 2021 by sputterpub

I heard about the book six months ago.
I wasn’t ready then to buy and read.
It’s not that I had knowledge – I don’t know
enough about the subject to succeed
at rehabilitating injured lungs,
reducing hypertension, getting sleep.
I didn’t guess at mouths too small for tongues.
I never dreamed how good’s exhaling deep.

I only have my ignorance today,
but I’ll keep tearing through the book at hand.
I’ve four-fifths left to read and come what may,
I’ll eat the words, digest, and understand
a wisdom that will change how I respire,
and might expand the time till I expire.

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It’s Hard to Believe

Posted on September 13, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s hard to believe,
but the over-achiever
knows nothing
that has
to be done.

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Service Usurpers

Posted on September 12, 2021 by sputterpub

They planned to take a road trip to the coast.
Pandemic urged them turn away from flights
and places crowds buy tickets for, and most
amusements that had long-bestowed delights.
But then the chance of accident made toast
of their intentions. Folks who harbored frights
of shots or press got sick and took each bed,
and now the wise are staying home instead.

(Ottava Rima)

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Breathing

Posted on September 11, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m generally prudent and well-planned,
but I was sometimes foolish in the past.
And though I aged and came to understand
myself enough to mend – one vice did last
too long by any measure I have used.
I smoked, although I knew it would speed death.
I cared for mind and muscle but abused
my bronchia, till I grew short of breath.

My body signaled well, but I ignored
the message soon as I felt some relief.
I knew if I got cancer I’d be floored
with shame – embarrassment might outrun grief.
I’ve given up for good – I’m ready, late,
to read the book and try to bend my fate.

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Little Boons

Posted on September 10, 2021 by sputterpub

The top of our recycle bin was bent.
I thought we’d need replacement, and I’d call,
but then somebody fixed it – someone meant
a spot of sense and kindness after all.
And then I left a purchase at the store –
a perfect avocado missed my pack.
The clerk chased after me, and showed me more
than produce as she smiling gave it back.
And yesterday I saw two tradesmen climb
to unattach the neighbor’s ugly screens,
replacing them in 15 minutes time
with less offensive versions – all which means
that courtesy’s alive and not as stressed
as news reports and pessimists suggest.

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Tired

Posted on September 9, 2021 by sputterpub

I rose today with nothing on my list.
There was no ask or task I had to meet.
I forced myself to move, but vigor missed
the mark – my energy was in retreat.
I’ll see a friend this afternoon – my feet
may take me to that loving rendezvous,
but that’s the most I’m likely to get through.

(Rhyme Royal)

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Gearful

Posted on September 8, 2021 by sputterpub

It happens every time, but I’m surprised
that I can wake unmotivated, sore,
until my body has been exercised,
on stationary bike seat or the floor.
It’s how I get attention organized,
and organs worked with skeleton for sure.
I start each day in neutral atmosphere,
until I feel my will click into gear.

(Ottava Rima)

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