Tag Archives: Poetry

A First World Problem

Posted on December 18, 2020 by sputterpub

Entitled and intelligent, I blurt(so fortunate I really can’t complain),that even first world problems carry hurt –if one’s alive one senses: pain is pain. So I will mention (softly, like a mouse),that though I love my hermitage, I learnI need … Continue reading →

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Imaginary Arguments

Posted on December 17, 2020 by sputterpub

Afraid to raise a subject with offspringthat could result in argument or breach(not permanent but not a welcome thing),I waited and rehearsed. I didn’t reachthe limit of unease until last night,when need to calm exceeded caution’s rim.With firm resolve I … 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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2 Blue

Posted on December 15, 2020 by sputterpub

Historically, I don’t stay down 3 days –I may feel sad but nothing like depressed,and after 60 hours blue, the phasewears off regardless of how much I’m stressed.All Sunday and through Monday I obsessedabout our public health, economyand independent businesses. … Continue reading →

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Shopping

Posted on December 14, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s times like these I wish I liked to buy.The season is upon me. I have means,computer, family. Compelled to tryto send them gifts, I leaf through magazinesand catalogs, attempting to complywith social orders during quarantines.The work demands odd creativity,suppressing … Continue reading →

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Good Medicine

Posted on December 13, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was 35 my body broke.While I recovered health, I realizedhow vital’s my mobility. I woketo buy a bike and soon I exercisedeach morning, building strength and curbing stress.I did the work at home, in privacy.Between career and parent … 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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Scary Bright

Posted on December 11, 2020 by sputterpub

The baby was both beautiful and bright,her features delicate, her mind full range.Her parents viewed and hugged her with delight,but then the mother started acting strange.As if afraid of brilliance, or repelledby infant helplessness becoming strengthof will, she marshaled any … Continue reading →

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We Never Covered Cousins

Posted on December 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I’ve always been a talker, partly sobecause I love good words and memory,but also to invite my friends to showthemselves with narrative and history.At 20 I was sure I understoodmy closest friends – we talked incessantly.I think we thought our … Continue reading →

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Life’s Labors

Posted on December 9, 2020 by sputterpub

It never stops. As long as I’m alive,I think there will be labors tossed my way,from challenges that power me to striveor sob, to complications that dismay.No sooner do I X things off my listthan some recur and others rise … Continue reading →

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