Tag Archives: Writing

I Took to Poetry

Posted on November 2, 2022 by sputterpub

I took to poetry from loving soundof language, and what meter does to me.I wasn’t over seven when I foundI took to poetry. My mother tried to stifle energyexpressing any feelings – always frownedor snapped, or showed disdain impatiently. “Oh, … Continue reading →

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Writing in Anticipation of Deeds Performed

Posted on November 1, 2022 by sputterpub

A week after I put these words in ink,three months after the project was begun,a day before I’m posting this, I thinkmy internet will be repaired. All donewill be the work in front, the drinkto celebrate completion will be poured,and … Continue reading →

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Idling

Posted on September 17, 2022 by sputterpub

The residence where I spend timeis hosting Covid for some days,so I elect to pen this rhymeinstead of finding other waysto afternoon without malaise,like doing wash or cleaning home.I’d rather seek a metered phrase.I’ll sit right here and write this … Continue reading →

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Stamina

Posted on September 3, 2022 by sputterpub

I know smart people lusting to belongamong the class of writers who are famed.They want to fashion fiction or a songof which no other writer’d be ashamed.Imagining the honors to be claimed,the signings, the distinction day and night,they dream of … 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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Tuesday Travel

Posted on June 15, 2022 by sputterpub

I walked one way. It took me near an hour.And then I rode two buses to return.The walking gave reminder of my power,and from the bus rides I found things to learn.My body still has strength. My heart can laugh.I … Continue reading →

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Huitain and Ottava Rima

Posted on June 4, 2022 by sputterpub

When I embarked upon this House Arrestassignment, I explored a hundred sortsof metered rhyming verse. Although I’m bestrehearsed in sonnets, I attempted formsI hadn’t tried and some I never guessedexisted – it was like a daily quiz.I found, as days … Continue reading →

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An Hour Early at an Early Hour

Posted on May 29, 2022 by sputterpub

An hour early at my desk today,I published verse and started to compose.Awake at sunrise has become my way,but till this morning I inclined to newsand solitaire and puzzling to delaythe work of thought and exercise till 8.The early hour … Continue reading →

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800 Days

Posted on May 22, 2022 by sputterpub

Somebody liked a poem of mine today.It sounded unfamiliar. I reviewed.I’d posted it some weeks ago, but theyapproved it now. I’m grateful but subdued.I don’t recall the stanza, though it’s mine;I recognize the style, recollectthe thinking when composing every line,but … Continue reading →

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