Tag Archives: Aging

Postponing

Posted on August 1, 2022 by sputterpub

Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy.It somewhat modulated flow,postponing work a week ago.I’m thinking now I need to slowmy pace to vital quality.Postponing work a week agoconsolidated energy. (Triolet)

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Fatigued Today

Posted on July 31, 2022 by sputterpub

Fatigued today, I’m glad to have some timeat home, where I can nap and bathe and playat solitaire and searching out this rhyme.Fatigued today. I’ll have a lengthy phone call – it’s our wayeach Sunday morning to exchange sublimeor homely … Continue reading →

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Hoist

Posted on July 30, 2022 by sputterpub

The legend says a farm boy made a vowto lift a newborn bullock every dawn.By that prescription he aimed to know how,in time, to hoist a bull, with built-up brawn.Life intervened. On land he left that cowwhile he was ill … Continue reading →

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A Dog Day of Summer

Posted on July 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m trying laying low at home today.I’ll make an effort to resist each taskI might incline to self-assign, the wayI have since I was 8 or 9 years old.I’ll hide my underwear. I’ll learn to playa new computer game. But … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls II

Posted on July 27, 2022 by sputterpub

The women whom I daily telephoneare probably as bored with it as I,but when I dare omit, each takes a toneof petulant flirtation, never wry.They used to travel, leaving me alone,but age and Covid make them journey-shy.And now I only … Continue reading →

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Obligated Calls

Posted on July 26, 2022 by sputterpub

I check in with two women every day.They each have health concerns – I feel obliged.I don’t claim to enjoy our talks, but hey –I check in with two women every day.So neither has a pithy thought to say;I’d feel … Continue reading →

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I Didn’t Change

Posted on July 14, 2022 by sputterpub

I didn’t change, but their perceptions did,now I’m so old nobody’s acting mean.My parents tried to govern me as kid,and peers applied full pressure to this teen.I tried some weak compliance but I failed –it bored and led to self-dislike’s … Continue reading →

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Mixed Feeling

Posted on July 12, 2022 by sputterpub

All of a sudden Madam’s sounding wise.Can she be aging to smart?I’ve gotten so expert at loathe and despise –must I adopt a new art?Just when she’s nearly defeated belief,I’m starting to think I’ll be feeling some grief.

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Odd Couple

Posted on July 5, 2022 by sputterpub

They always were too different to be friends,at first and as they chose their separate ways.Yet mostly they agreed or made amends,repairing several schisms. Their forayskept intersecting, for they shared some ends,until diverging in these latter days.For one’s increased their … Continue reading →

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Still Negative

Posted on June 24, 2022 by sputterpub

Still negative, although I’ve got a cough,and feel fatigue most every afternoon,my chatter with a doctor made me scoff –I’m tired cause I’m out of bed too sooneach morning, and the reason breathing’s offis hanging with a 5 year-old in … Continue reading →

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