Tag Archives: Poetry

On an August Morning

Posted on August 25, 2023 by sputterpub

I’ve watched dramatic sunsets now and then,or sky so blue it almost spanks my eyes,a valley dawn that makes me sigh “amen,”and massing clouds portending drought’s demise.I’ve looked above me over and again,assessing what our atmosphere supplies.The view at nearly … Continue reading →

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Missing

Posted on August 24, 2023 by sputterpub

I heard a thump upon the deck last night,and searched today to find the noisy source.Before I saw the fallen rock, my sightwas taken by these spectacles, of course.Undoubtedly, some squirrel dropped them rightbefore my office door with no remorse.But … Continue reading →

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Policy

Posted on August 23, 2023 by sputterpub

She said that’s not the way she picks a book,when I suggested browsing website stacks.Her strident tone of voice was all it tookto redirect my talk. I didn’t waxsarcastic or remind her how she’d lookwith scorn and cringe at similar … Continue reading →

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The Hyper Horde

Posted on August 22, 2023 by sputterpub

The hyper horde of freshmen have besetmy town of late. They pouredfrom cars, offloading gear, incurring debt:the hyper horde. In blue-and-yellow gear they arrowed towardlong registration lines, to stand and sweat,while I avoided streets they tour-explored. But waiting for my … Continue reading →

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Nextdoor Noise

Posted on August 21, 2023 by sputterpub

It seems Nextdoor attracts a local groupwith whom I wouldn’t party or converseabout the things that interest me. Each scoopof news reports a lurk or something worse:invasion caught on camera from a stoop;smashed auto glass; a shoving grab of purse.They … Continue reading →

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Moody Mystery

Posted on August 20, 2023 by sputterpub

Is this unease I feel? What’s bugging me?My health is good, the weather’s fine; todayI have no tasks, no place I have to be,and as I run an intimate survey,I’ve not offended friends or family.I haven’t lost my memory or … Continue reading →

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On 17th, in August

Posted on August 19, 2023 by sputterpub

I’m not a nudist but I’ve been aroundsome clothing-optional environments:hot tubs, exotic beaches, places foundin wilderness or travel. No offensewas ever offered and I try to groundmy vision, but to me it makes no senseto bare the skin to San … Continue reading →

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Fauna Report

Posted on August 18, 2023 by sputterpub

A skunk explored the garden yesterdayat 10 a.m. – a little late to show.Twelve hours later raccoons raced their wayacross my roof. They thumped and scurried so,I nearly yelled through skylights – “time to go!”I found a moving bug inside … Continue reading →

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Will Pillow

Posted on August 17, 2023 by sputterpub

My thoughts are stuffed with pillows recently,inspired by a sham that shows some stain,compounded by a purchase bought for me –a cushion filled with buckwheat hulls, a mainsupport I’ve taken to use frequently.The sham is old – it’s more than … Continue reading →

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This Kindle Book

Posted on August 16, 2023 by sputterpub

I want to be engaged but I’m annoyed –bad grammar, sentence fragments, run-ons too.If they were used deliberately, employedin aid of narrative or ringing trueto dialect, supporting point of view,well that would be excuse. But this is bad.The plot’s okay, … Continue reading →

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