Tag Archives: Aging

Checking (With)in

Posted on February 2, 2021 by sputterpub

Of late I feel some tightness near my heart.My pulse is up – is this when problems start?Have I been cell-betrayed? Is there a mass?Or maybe these are symptoms caused by gas.I smoked too long; I’m growing short of breath … Continue reading →

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Processing

Posted on January 31, 2021 by sputterpub

A week ago, I felt dissatisfied.I’d been a little off for several days.I may not have complained enough – I triedto weather symptoms and to get more restand also less caffeine. I didn’t hideconditions, but nobody really asked.I kept them … Continue reading →

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Doom

Posted on January 26, 2021 by sputterpub

Remembering the radiation burna worker suffered when his plant misfired,and how it shocked my consciousness to learnthat doom can be as silent as it’s dire,concealing symptoms while it works within,and killing surely though it takes some time…although we still have … Continue reading →

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Olding

Posted on January 9, 2021 by sputterpub

We didn’t know our mom would live so long,who lost her mother while gestating me.But till the virus she was going strong,although that struck coincidentallywith normal wear that’s no calamity:her parts became too tenuous to fix.She daylight falls asleep so … Continue reading →

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Cough

Posted on December 26, 2020 by sputterpub

Apparently there’s peril in a cough,if chronic and emitted by an oldex-smoker who asserts she knocked it offbut still bums hits (her habit is paroledwhich should be locked for life). It isn’t boldto finally and permanently steminhaling smoke. My breath … Continue reading →

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I Couldn’t Have Been More Wrong

Posted on December 25, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young I thought I had good teeth.I felt my hands were handsome, in my prime.I didn’t dream of damage far beneathmy gums, or plumpness suctioned out by time.I thought my lumbar wouldn’t give me pain –my bottom-heavy … Continue reading →

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One Medical

Posted on December 24, 2020 by sputterpub

I hadn’t seen a doctor in two years.I know I’m wearing old and should be screened,but mine retired. I was in arrearstwo months before the virus intervened. I found a new practitioner and wentlast week to meet and check my … Continue reading →

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Temp

Posted on December 19, 2020 by sputterpub

I used to be plumper and seldom felt cold.I liked 68 degrees.But now I’ve lost weight and I’ve gotten so old,my hands every afternoon freeze. I’ve always liked winter for hunkering in.I’m fond of the fireplace view.But now with my … Continue reading →

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The Boy and the Bullock

Posted on December 16, 2020 by sputterpub

I heard a story once, about a boywho hoisted in the air a newborn bull,determined to each morning re-employhis muscles as the bullock grew. At fullsize he would surely raise the beast, he thought.That attitude seemed accurate to me.But long … Continue reading →

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Yard Work

Posted on December 12, 2020 by sputterpub

I aimed to collect the debrisno longer attached to the tree.I knelt on the groundto amass what I found,and now my low back’s paining me.

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