Tag Archives: Poetry

Covid-Stuck

Posted on October 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I’m Covid-stuck at home alone 10 days, but this seems easier than at the start. Time passes as I nap, and I’ve learned ways to while hours now. The food and meds I want my brother lovingly conveys. The need … Continue reading →

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A Brief Arrest

Posted on October 14, 2022 by sputterpub

I watched my children, when it started, freak out at the threat it held for their young kid. They closed their doors entirely, and week by week they said to me they must forbid my visiting unless I saw no … Continue reading →

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Solo Practice

Posted on October 13, 2022 by sputterpub

Nine hundred thirty days would pass, from when the lockdown was initiated here to testing positive myself, and then retreating into solo atmosphere. My arms are closed, and won’t expand again until the little Covid test is clear. I hoped … Continue reading →

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Inadvertent Pruning

Posted on October 12, 2022 by sputterpub

The good news is my Covid’s not severe. The bad is I still have to isolate. And yesterday the gardener worked back here, and as he used his shears to amputate wisteria that shot above the gate, he cut the … Continue reading →

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Covid Day One

Posted on October 11, 2022 by sputterpub

I noticed yesterday a dearth of pep. I pushed through morning exercise but felt no better, no relief. With staggered step I stood and surveyed me, and then I dealt with diagnosis — did a Covid test, and read the … Continue reading →

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The End of an Era

Posted on October 10, 2022 by sputterpub

The day has come to put away my gear. I always knew with luck I would succumb to age, and now the time to stop is here. The day has come. I smoked so much when I was careless young, … Continue reading →

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Hard Boiled Eggs

Posted on October 9, 2022 by sputterpub

You start them cold or let them warm in air. You poke a hole in each, or maybe not.You put the eggs in water, or you spare them till it’s seething, simmering and hot. Attempting to maintain the heat you … Continue reading →

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Validation

Posted on October 8, 2022 by sputterpub

The ego strokes for which you lust are gossamer at best. They’ll scatter light as cotton dust and clutter up your nest. A testimonial can blur assessment of yourself. Awards will tarnish and confer congestion on your shelf. The finest … Continue reading →

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It Wasn’t That

Posted on October 7, 2022 by sputterpub

It wasn’t that I rated being smart. You never had to rally to combat a prejudice. You took too much to heart. It wasn’t that. The fact is I’m attracted to eclat, but IQ doesn’t have to play a part … Continue reading →

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Civility

Posted on October 6, 2022 by sputterpub

The longer I’m alive, the more I know the quality I value most of all. It isn’t seeking love or leisure’s slow procession, and I’m not in money’s thrall. I treasure courtesy. What makes me glow is thoughtfulness, consideration. Maul … Continue reading →

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