Time Leach

Posted on May 20, 2021 by sputterpub

I’ve been so happy with my set-up here,
within the writer’s roost I always craved,
afforded by the funds I earned and saved.

The weather’s soft, the garden’s good, I’m near
all services and also paths unpaved.
I’ve been so happy with my set-up here,
within the writer’s roost I always craved.

But lately time is leaching, and I fear
my family’s demands cannot be waived.
For now my solo hours must be shaved.
I’ve been so happy with my set-up here,
within the writer’s roost I always craved,
afforded by the funds I earned and saved.

(English Madrigal)

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Filing

Posted on May 19, 2021 by sputterpub

One reason I’ve continued with this blog
is record-keeping – I have writ so much
I like, my shelves are full and search is slog.
I chose from many categories such
as seemed would help me with retrieval’s touch,
but liking “love of wisdom,” let there be
too many verses tagged “philosophy.”

Deliberately diversifying then,
I thought about my sorts and I reviewed
the 37 subjects for my pen.
I pondered personality and food,
identified motif and attitude,
and marveling at inventory wealth,
I started tagging most my posts as “health.”

(Rhyme Royal)

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Wake Up Caw

Posted on May 18, 2021 by sputterpub

The din disturbed my sleep at ten to six.
It issued from a raucous flock of crows.
I like their shiny black, their clever tricks,
but noise and splats of shit I don’t receive
so well. There doesn’t seem to be a fix –
I garden-dwell and that has downsides too.
So now I’m up too early, writing this
by lamplight as the dawning sunshine grows,
awake evading news of politics.

(Magic 9)

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Dream Report from a Four Year Old

Posted on May 17, 2021 by sputterpub

My grandson wears an eyemask when he sleeps.
His parents have their theories on good rest;
they think that vision-stimulation keeps
their kid awake. I’ve watched this pair invest
in all the gear their research recommends.
Of dreams, my grandson tells me with a yawn,
he can’t report a thing. For he contends
he just can’t see them with his eyemask on.

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Retraining

Posted on May 16, 2021 by sputterpub

I always liked to ride the bus and train –
it gave me time in movement but alone,
without the need to drive or to maintain
a vehicle, the schedule foreknown.
My solo transits were my private zone,
where I could read and write and shift my gears.
I ride again, amid diminished fears.

(Rhyme Royal)

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Unmasked

Posted on May 15, 2021 by sputterpub

For 14 months, I had to wear a mask
whenever I encountered someone strange
on walks or if engaged in any task
outside my own address. The recent change
in health advice expands my willing range
and happiness – I’m walking feeling free.
Relief and comfort are my ecstasy.

(Rhyme Royal)

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Bias

Posted on May 14, 2021 by sputterpub

The Hasids were a splinter group at first,
who added song and dance – so I was taught –
but grew in time so rigid, now they’re cursed
with viral ignorance and magic thought.
I see in Protestants a simile.
The radical reflected in their name
has paled into a grim conformity –
whatever they are now is not the same.

I try not to be bigoted, and yet,
I must confess I’m viewing with dismay
the “Willa Cather people” whom I met
when I was young and didn’t have a say
in schoolbooks. Simple answers aren’t smart,
but I think WASPs are faulty, in my heart.

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A Meeting with the Care Team

Posted on May 13, 2021 by sputterpub

Today’s a new experience for me.
I’ve been so fortunate to reach this age
without till now the grim necessity
to meet a team about a loved one’s care.
At 2 p.m. my bro and I will see
the therapists and docs who treat our mom.
She’s on the verge of her mortality –
how near or far the rim no one can gauge,
but we’re prepared to meet extremity.

(Magic 9)

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FWIW (para lo que vale)

Posted on May 12, 2021 by sputterpub

No resolution ever worked for me.
I mean, I’ve made some changes now and then,
but never were they triggered verbally,
supported by a rite, or sealed Amen.
And May the 5th was never naturally
occasion for commemorating when
an oath is made. But I’ll try, tongue in cheek,
to voice around another way to speak.

(Ottava Rima)

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Stats

Posted on May 11, 2021 by sputterpub

So even if the questions aren’t skewed,
and even when results are honestly
reported, the conclusions must be viewed
as only pertinent to massive groups.
Statistics just apply to magnitude –
when stuck on individuals, they fade.
But managed health care seems to go for crude –
applying big statistics onto me
is not the way good remedy’s pursued.

(Magic 9)

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