Tag Archives: Aging

Fragility

Posted on March 3, 2022 by sputterpub

It isn’t accurate to say I’m frail,but lately I feel my fragility.No organ yet is threatening to fail,and I’m retaining my abilityto move and reason. No senilitybesieges me, but health feels tentative.I act with care, and my tranquilitydemands my focus … Continue reading →

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A Little Gully

Posted on March 2, 2022 by sputterpub

All of a sudden I’m feeling less well.My troubles are small but they’re starting to swell.The tally increases – the minor too many.I’m willing improvement from total to any.

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The Protective Phlegm Conjecture

Posted on February 28, 2022 by sputterpub

I used to smoke a lot and every coldresulted in bronchitis that would lastfor weeks. The cough was chronic, uncontrolled,and sometimes it came on so strong and fastI’d wrench a rib, and then I had to holda pillow when I … Continue reading →

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Hunch

Posted on February 26, 2022 by sputterpub

My symptoms aren’t constant or severe.I don’t believe I need an M.R.I.And anyway, I cannot see a clearor easy way to get one if I try.The state of care is not the patient’s friend.I’d have to book and wait and … Continue reading →

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Laughing as I Sneeze

Posted on February 25, 2022 by sputterpub

I caught the baby’s cold and I feel worsethan she, apparently, because I’m old.(Of course, she can’t communicate in verseor prose, so maybe what I claim’s untrue).I got my body home, where I could nursemyself, and chuckle every time I … Continue reading →

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February Heat Wave

Posted on February 21, 2022 by sputterpub

A winter baby, I have liked the coldas long as I recall. I fantasizeof comfort teemed with blankets, heat controlledby fireplace or furnace, darkened skiesby night or storm. Imagining I’m holedup in a cabin, cozy, satisfies.I’m lucky I grow chiller … Continue reading →

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Herniation

Posted on February 11, 2022 by sputterpub

In over 30 days away from thoseI’m used to hanging with, two days a week,although I exercised after I rosemost days, exhaling with good breath technique,I had occasion for surprise to speakto me – percussively, about my spine.In hoists and … Continue reading →

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Obscure Clarity

Posted on February 5, 2022 by sputterpub

I penetrated morning fog, and sawa nexus clear as dream and sharp as steam –distinctive link emerged from natural law,delineating to and fro from seem.I peered. I liked. I stepped from theme to scheme.Behind was stale, beyond a beckoningto patience, … Continue reading →

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My Word

Posted on January 20, 2022 by sputterpub

At 40, when life seemed to run amuckfor everybody’s then and future play,I found I kept reiterating “Fuck!”But I kept living, till there came the daywhen I moved to the mantra of “Ok-a-ay.”Of late our world is worse – beyond … Continue reading →

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On Laundry Day

Posted on January 13, 2022 by sputterpub

On laundry day, some duties interceptmy exercise, my writing, puzzle play.I find old clothes and put them on, unkept,on laundry day. I wash tomorrow’s clothing choice today.The hamper’s full. The time to clean has creptup on me, iterating like cliche. … Continue reading →

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