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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Skeptical

Posted on October 13, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m not against vaccines. I’ve had my two,
but I don’t swallow science-y reports.
I fell for their pronouncements, to eschew
the fats I flourish on and take in quarts
of “healthy” grains, which hastened my decline.
I feed my skeptic now – I follow sense
and doubt the news. I’m relatively fine,
and prospering at fairly low expense.

I’m not a fact-denier, but my trust
has been too long and sadly oft-betrayed.
I try to keep an open mind, but must
make logic of the Internet and trade.
My thinking isn’t magical. My clue
deciphers truth in what, why, how, and who.

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Cut

Posted on October 12, 2021 by sputterpub

I didn’t dream I’d feel so much improved,
but after 19 months, my hair got trimmed
by she-who-has-the-skill. The way it moved
against my nape was nice, but it was rimmed
with damaged ends, entangling bottom, grooved
on top, my drains were clogging, patience brimmed,
and so I slowly came to scissor steel,
with no idea how good the cut would feel.

(Ottava Rima)

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Filled to Full

Posted on October 11, 2021 by sputterpub

With gratitude, I walked into my place
two days ago, for I had been without
a week. My view was filled with every face
I love. My ears were filled with laugh and shout.
My arms were filled with family embrace.
I suffered no regret and housed no doubt,
but I was glad for what homecoming brings,
and now I’ll fill myself with other things.

(Ottava Rima)

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