Tag Archives: Poetry

Shared Bin Complaint

Posted on February 25, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s difficult to share a garbage bin –inhabitants each have disposal views.Whenever someone vacates or moves in,they tend to cram and otherwise abusethe needs of other residents. And worsethan what is meant for landfill, is the stuffthat occupies recycle bins … Continue reading →

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Masking Smiles

Posted on February 24, 2021 by sputterpub

My daughter says the mask’s real benefitis she no longer has to smile so,who feels a scowl’s more appropriatewith all the excrement in life of late.But I think she’s mistaken. Just as itis obvious when speaking through a smile(we hear … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Rain

Posted on February 23, 2021 by sputterpub

The sound of rain is manna to my ears.It patters on my skylight and it drumsupon my roof. It hammers or it thrums,and I attend its rhythm. When it clearsI yearn to have it back – a storm cloud nearsand … Continue reading →

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No Blame

Posted on February 22, 2021 by sputterpub

A lot of members of my familydraw energy from indignation’s flame.For me today, exhaustion swamps the blame. When public health is failing, and we seethat promises and care are not the same,a lot of members of my familydraw energy from … Continue reading →

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After the Appointment

Posted on February 21, 2021 by sputterpub

I took my first vaccine shot late last week.There were no lines, confusion, stress or pain.According to my friends, that’s not unique –preceding me, I hear no one complain.The media reports are scary, bleak.They agitate the heart and rock the … Continue reading →

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Spring Too Soon

Posted on February 20, 2021 by sputterpub

It’s too soon for buds.Low rain and warm spring make forsummertime fires.

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Leaving Lockdown

Posted on February 19, 2021 by sputterpub

I just found out I’ll leave my house for daysnext month, and move in with my child’s kid.It’s near a year since I have parted wayswith customary habits. I’ve been bidto care a little more and close for oneI’ve sheltered … Continue reading →

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Behind Control

Posted on February 18, 2021 by sputterpub

I like control, but not to govern you.I only want the edges of my space,four times my reach, about my neck and face,to hold what I’ve selected. There are fewevents or things I need within my view,and I’ll attempt to … Continue reading →

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No Long Game

Posted on February 17, 2021 by sputterpub

He never really had a game at all.He goes by gut instead of strategy.His long and short are both inanity.His attitude is negligence and brawl. His notions, unoriginal and small,are toddler images of potency.He never really had a game at … Continue reading →

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Say What?

Posted on February 16, 2021 by sputterpub

The challenge in writing a poem every dayis sometimes I really have nothing to say.For though I’ve been blessed with a vigorous brain,and learned at age 6 how to self-entertain,I’m dwelling in an isolated state.I interact with few, and only … Continue reading →

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