Sputterpub's Blog

Preempted by complaints she feels unwell
(beset by stress, depression, lethargy),
there isn’t any space for me to tell
her I’m exhausted by her tendency
to chastise, judge, attempt to yank by yell
for her sore feelings some apology.
I’ll have to wait to modify the way
we’ll future-interact, another day.

It felt so fine I didn’t mind at all
the effort spent to nurture knee and spine,
which took to twinging after that near-fall.
It felt so fine.

I lavished 40 minutes to entwine
my arms in hug and let my sinews sprawl.
My breathing seemed to make my skull-space shine.

Two blankets warmed. With feet against the wall,
some anti-gravity relief was mine.
The comfort sent my senses into thrall,
it felt so fine.

The left knee says it needs a rest at least,
complaining constantly the last 3 days.
It’s often tentative, but pain’s increased
of late – if fortunate, it’s just a phase
to be repaired by time and lazy ways.
The middle toe I stubbed is purple, sore,
and left, from favoring that knee. Age flays
indeed, but I’m aboard and wanting more.