Skeleton (Halloween Drawing Club 3)

Posted on October 10, 2021 by sputterpub

There was an old woman who said
“Please ossify me when I’m dead.”
She wanted her core
to be used as decor
(not ashen or dusty instead).

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Halloween Mask (Halloween Drawing Club 2)

Posted on October 9, 2021 by sputterpub

The season of Halloween mask
is on us again, so our task
is now to recall
a less frightening Fall
with no Covid – that’s all I can ask.

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Goblin (Halloween Drawing Club 1)

Posted on October 8, 2021 by sputterpub

There was an old goblin from Metz
as green as a cave creature gets
that no one could see
till the day the weird three
wielded pencils to settle all bets.

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Northern Slippers

Posted on October 7, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s cooler here at night, and darker too,
and though the rain’s refreshing to behold,
I’m far away from what I like to do
to cushion me and counteract the cold.
But I’ve been often here, within the fold
of family, and I’ve left things in store.
Today I found my slippers (furry, soled),
and now I don’t perceive the chilly floor.

(Huitain)

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Surplus Plus

Posted on October 6, 2021 by sputterpub

I always knew I’d marry and I thought
I’d have a baby to complete my life.
I wedded N and soon we had a daught-
er followed by a son, but time as wife
was not vocation I could well sustain:
I fantasized my husband’s painless death.
I had to jettison the mate, refrain
from anniversaries and save my breath.

So isn’t it amazing, what occurred?
I’m single and I’m happy all alone.
And now by grandkids I’m amazed and stirred,
for five new human beings I have known
enhance my days and make me reassess
the joys of life beyond what I could guess.

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Never Mind

Posted on October 5, 2021 by sputterpub

While packing, I tensed up – of course I did.
It doesn’t matter how I reassure
myself – I’m nervous and I can’t get rid
of psychosoma – I don’t know a cure.
I coughed with throat too tight – the exhale’s skid
reminded me of Covid, and the tour
of colds last week within my family.
My worry raced – the symptom passed – oh, me.

(Ottava Rima)

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Winter Furs

Posted on October 4, 2021 by sputterpub

We’re into Fall and so far we’ve had luck –
air quality has never been as poor
as last year’s. Ocean actions let us duck
the choking smoke and ash. Now we’re unsure
we’ll get good rain. We may have to endure
more drought, but shorter days and cooler noon
remind me to replace old slippers soon.

(Rhyme Royal)

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Dream On

Posted on October 3, 2021 by sputterpub

For decades I have not remembered dreams.
I wondered was I wanting too much pot,
but doubted daily use defined extremes.
Instead I just assumed the case was age.
I rarely slumbered soundly – any schemes
I tried to deepen sleep (not much – no pills)
did nothing to increase fantastic streams.
Of late I’m recollecting more than not.
New breath may be the cause, or so it seems.

(Magic 9)

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Caffeine and Time

Posted on October 2, 2021 by sputterpub

Caffeine and time work morning wonders here.
At first my shuffling walk feels like a climb.
My medicine is slow but sees me clear:
caffeine and time.

Two hours and three mugs are my enzyme –
they straighten me and get my pulse in gear,
engaged to move like I’m still in my prime.

Some mornings I’m too old to persevere.
Fatigued by childcare or worry, I’m
a body shot, until my cures appear:
caffeine and time.

(Roundel)

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The Lockdown Meal

Posted on October 1, 2021 by sputterpub

I’m still not tired of my Covid meal.
I’ve lost the love for soup, frittata, beans,
but homemade salad carries strong appeal –
I want my daily dish of seeds and greens
with grated cheese, tomatoes, and the seal
of half an avocado. What this means
is when I see a friend for lunch (it’s great!),
I prep a salad for my dinner plate.

(Ottava Rima)

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