Give and Take

Posted on July 22, 2021 by sputterpub

I give a little
time, to take a midday walk,
to breathe and buy fruit.

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Quiet Work

Posted on July 21, 2021 by sputterpub

I think I’m sensing thoughtfulness among
some members of the family, toward me.
What seldom I experienced when young,
may now occur with charming frequency,
since I forsook protesting stridently.
I sense the rim of what I’ll tolerate –
then disconnect or quit them quietly.
With time and space I see their snits abate.

(Huitain)

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You Make Me Sick

Posted on July 20, 2021 by sputterpub

You make me sick, who was a sorry nurse.
You acted like my illness was some trick
I’d play to make you work – like I’m perverse.
You make me sick.

You sent me ill to school – you were too thick
with ego and impatience, and what’s worse –
you acted like my gripes were lunatic.

You’re still as petulant, and you’d coerce
a different way from me if you could pick.
You cast me into gas pain like a curse.
You make me sick.

(Roundel)

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Active Strategy

Posted on July 19, 2021 by sputterpub

I have no goals today, and that feels good.
My head’s a little sore. I need more rest.
It’s Monday-quiet in my neighborhood,
and lately I’ve been relatively stressed.
I planned five solo days – I thought I could
lay low, but then I found my aims suppressed
by misbehavior in my family –
demanding active strategy from me.

(Ottava Rima)

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Etymophilia

Posted on July 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I once was a person who heard
significance in every word.
I spent so much time
loving cadence and rhyme,
I didn’t see speech as absurd.

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Filia Cave

Posted on July 17, 2021 by sputterpub

Antipathy was powerful in me.
Contempt for how she parented was strong.
That brusque behavior was her specialty,
and motivated me to prove her wrong.
Her insults and insensitivity
were evidence that I did not belong.
I’m lazy, selfish – words that stained my youth.
I long to earn them now (that’s nearly truth).

(Ottava Rima)

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The New Account

Posted on July 16, 2021 by sputterpub

Because I’m good with numbers, most assume
I’ve figured out the market and invest
to great returns, but I can’t time a boom
or downturn – that’s no field where I do best.
In fact, I’ve never tried the game before.
I bought a house instead and with amounts
for late-in-life, I pooled and let the more
expert select the mix for my accounts.

But having sold the family abode,
I finally have cash to put to earn.
Unmanaged but diversified, the mode
I choose is my advice. I tried to learn
and found me blind. I’ll average in my buys,
rebalance, and set course for gentle rise.

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Vacation Without Vacating

Posted on July 15, 2021 by sputterpub

I thought as usual I’d have today
and half tomorrow quiet here, alone,
and then I’d juggle bouts of toddler play
and visits with my sibs and Mom (no phone
but in-real-life). And then I heard them say
the young will camp; the elders will postpone.
So now I have 5 days, unplanned and free,
to recreate without contorting me.

(Ottava Rima)

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No Stairs

Posted on July 14, 2021 by sputterpub

A single-story home was ours, but friends
had houses with half-staircases inside.
“Split-level” was the term I heard. Such trends
abounded then with fresh suburban pride.
(My view of homes, at 8, was modified).
When Mom complained she needed skates to care
for me, I thought it good we had no stair.

(Rhyme Royal)

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For Just One Day

Posted on July 13, 2021 by sputterpub

For just one day, it’s feeling normal here.
We’re summer cool, beneath a sky of gray
at dawn and dusk, at midday mild, clear.
For just one day.

I’m smelling skunk but didn’t see the spray.
My garden tenants thrive – they all appear
to eat and drink sufficiently to play.

Pandemic is around, but lately we’re
advised we don’t need masks to be okay.
It’s like of old. I like the atmosphere.
For just one day.

(Roundel)

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