A gripe

I am angry –
let it be known
to the small
circle of my
readers.

I am currently
not grateful
for the abundance
I have, be it food,
work, money
or frustration.

I call this
little poem
a gripe. That’s
what it is,
that’s what
it does.

And all
in decent
English.

Fie!

– James Steerforth ( © 2011 )

There’s a season for everything – maybe even for a gripe from the grumpy old man I’m sometimes afraid I’m becoming.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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3 Responses to A gripe

  1. Pingback: Thursday Poets Rally Week 42 (April 21-27) | Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe

  2. Enjoyed this, awesome talent.

    Invite you to join poets rally week 42 by sharing a free verse today.

    Hope to see you in!
    Have A Blessed Tuesday!
    xxx

  3. Jamie Dedes says:

    I enjoyed this. Thank you. Lots of energy.

    Welcome to Poets Rally. Nice to have you join in.

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