Tag Archives: Coronaverse

Sense Odds

Posted on August 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A funny smell, persisting for some days,befalls my nose and brain at times, and thenit disappears like it was just a phase,and I forget till it occurs again.It’s nothing nasty, never smelled before –a little dry and peppery, benignI think … Continue reading →

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Deja Dread

Posted on July 2, 2022 by sputterpub

Approaching 2020 from two yearsbeyond that now, reviewing verse from then,I cringe because I know Covid appearswithin a month, to shorten lives of menand women, narrow presents, foment fears,to make of every habitat a pen.And though I’ve written daily since … 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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To Catch a Cold

Posted on June 20, 2022 by sputterpub

Five days ago the boy was taken ill.There’d been a case of Covid at his school.His parents tested him – they knew the drill:a negative and soon a forehead cool.In caution they conducted him by carfor deeper testing, through the … Continue reading →

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800 Days

Posted on May 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Somebody liked a poem of mine today.It sounded unfamiliar. I reviewed.I’d posted it some weeks ago, but theyapproved it now. I’m grateful but subdued.I don’t recall the stanza, though it’s mine;I recognize the style, recollectthe thinking when composing every line,but … Continue reading →

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A Day Off

Posted on May 18, 2022 by sputterpub

My customary Wednesday’s somewhat tough.I have to leave too early for my taste.I’d rather do my exercise and stuffinvolving puzzles, yet I must commuteto love and care for one I won’t rebuff.But she and hers are hunkering alonetoday, exposed of … Continue reading →

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‘Rona Redux

Posted on May 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The former nanny babysat last week.She’s trusted but there may have been a lapse.She wasn’t feeling perfect, didn’t seeka test except at home (they’re known for gaps).That evening took her to the hospital.The ER staff found out the causativewas kidney … Continue reading →

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