Blue

Posted on October 3, 2020 by sputterpub

Surprised at blue sky –
A blessing from borrowed time
we must soon repay.

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Dismay

Posted on October 2, 2020 by sputterpub

I disagree with you: I’m not surprised;
I’m not embarrassed – he’s a brute and boor,
but really, bullying requires more.

He’s ignorant, too dull to be advised,
and though his acts and words make us heartsore,
I disagree with you – I’m not surprised,
I’m not embarrassed, he’s a brute and boor.

That wasn’t bullying! It was despised,
but no coercive force was played, for sure.
An interrupter tried to take the floor.
I disagree with you: I’m not surprised;
I’m not embarrassed – he’s a brute and boor,
but really, bullying requires more.

(English Madrigal)

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The Old Mother

Posted on October 1, 2020 by sputterpub

The mother of my BFF is old.
The woman’s age is pushing 95.
I’ve known her 60 years and, truth be told,
we can’t discover why she’s still alive.
It isn’t like she models how to strive
(in fact she never sought her level best,
a higher truth, an answer or a quest).
She lacks a sense of humor and she’s glib.
She’s quick to judge and selfish and repressed.
We think she left her passions in the crib.

(Dizain)

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Things Going Wrong

Posted on September 30, 2020 by sputterpub

Appalled at power plundering for purse,
as civics catalyze calamity –
Astounded at pandemic’s climbing curse
and how deficient all our remedy –
Attacked by fires every year grown worse,
with acres scorched and sick air quality –
Our lust to breathe outside is nothing strange;
the superseding ill is climate change.

(Ottava Rima)

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To Pop or Not to Pop

Posted on September 29, 2020 by sputterpub

She entered here and stated as she sat,
“You need to add some color to your bed.
This area is fine, but look at that –
all wood and white – it wants a pop instead
(or in addition) – that’s my point of view.”
“I disagree,” I said. “I like the look.
I want no bed attention that’s undue.
That spot’s my private sleep-and-reading nook.”

I meant no argument – how could there be
a right or wrong for how my bed is dressed?
But she shut down. She didn’t disagree
but wouldn’t talk, as if she were distressed.
I thought we were describing different taste,
but I got read “aggressive.”
For my haste?

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Pizza Night

Posted on September 28, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve suffered half a year of quarantine
(which comes from ‟40” days, so it’s extreme).
But last night I bought
a pizza, and brought
it home – then my meal was supreme.

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The Happiness Spectrum

Posted on September 27, 2020 by sputterpub

As far back as my memory extends
regarding socializing with my peers,
in classroom desks with elementary friends
or high school intermixing several years,
I tended to compare myself with all,
but not in terms of popularity.
I always questioned, as I now recall,
if they were happy, and to what degree.

I never tried to copy someone’s test
or pass another’s homework for my own;
I always found it too much work to lie.
But I liked sideways spying – I assessed
the signs of satisfaction I was shown.
I wonder: are you happier than I?

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Anemone

Posted on September 26, 2020 by sputterpub

My garden stalks now with anemone,
the daughter of the wind in purple dress.
I never planted it. Love’s deity
anointed ground with tears of her distress
around the mortal she could not possess.
She made a monument of mauve and gold
that cools my heated eyes like a caress,
and forms a border soothing to behold.

(Huitain)

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Life Span

Posted on September 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, I wondered what I’d be
when I grew up, but never for how long.
Perhaps I’d write or learn philosophy…
When I was young I wondered what I’d be:
a master of marine biology?
My passions were diversified but strong
when I was young; I wondered what I’d be
when I grew up, but never for how long.

(Triolet)

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Weather Whether

Posted on September 24, 2020 by sputterpub

The weather is the first thing on my mind
when I get up, if no catastrophe
demands attention urgently from me.
I peer outside and read an app to find
what’s needed and what I can leave behind,
to venture out. The main concern for me?
The weather.

But I’m a short-term creature. Humankind
has not evolved to think on history,
anticipate, divert adversity,
or plumb the ways our customs have designed
the weather.

(Rondine)

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