Tag Archives: Poetry

Heed

Posted on July 8, 2022 by sputterpub

A broken clock’s correct two times a day.So though a friend said you give good advice,on every topic you’ve too much to say(and anyway, that friend is imprecise).A thousand words may hit on wisdom twice,but that’s no cause or reason … Continue reading →

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Ever Angry

Posted on July 7, 2022 by sputterpub

It’s understood we’ve stages in our griefwhen someone we have loved exists no more.But what of institutions? My beliefis we’ll experience one less than four.Denial and depression are for sure,but who would nod or bargain? Compromiseis futile and acceptance isn’t … Continue reading →

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Self-Knowledge

Posted on July 6, 2022 by sputterpub

A better editor is hard to find.That’s how she knows her poetry is good.And as she grew to understand her mind,she learned to disregard external should.Attempting to comply with rules designedto modulate was boring – sisterhoodpolicing put her off and … Continue reading →

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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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Restraint

Posted on July 4, 2022 by sputterpub

Conversing with a friend the other day,my middle finger only rose three times.She didn’t see it (phone call), but the wayshe spoke, indignant and unfairly harsh,as if she were expert, as if her sayshould be regarded as the only wordon … Continue reading →

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Profusion

Posted on July 3, 2022 by sputterpub

What can I say that I haven’t already?How can I write that will trigger a thought?Too much assortment is making me heady,not in a manner I ever have sought.

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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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Good Penalized

Posted on July 1, 2022 by sputterpub

I always travel light. I like to beas unencumbered as I can arrange.I want my back relaxed, my fingers free,and so for airplane comfort, I’ll exchangesome toiletries and extra shoes and gearfor compact case (I barely take enough).I savor foot … Continue reading →

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A Fan Fan

Posted on June 30, 2022 by sputterpub

A day of heat last week beset this place.The air was cooked to 25 degreesabove the usual. Like most, my spacehas no AC. The new catastrophesof climate change may prompt me to embracean installation that will chill a breeze.But I … Continue reading →

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Pit Stop

Posted on June 29, 2022 by sputterpub

I travel nervously. I’m best alone,and any quiet helps me get along.I leave with time to spare – I check my phonetoo often and I stress I’ve scheduled wrong.So I appreciate the hidden zonebetween two terminals, away from throng,where there’s … Continue reading →

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