The Complaint: 4/3/2021

[dr_con]

The Complaint 
4/3/2021 Con/Jur/d

-- Happiness is always reflected 
in the taillights, it seems, she said

-- I never had a drivers license, I said
It’s a family heirloom,
neither did my mother or brother.

-- Ah yes, raised by serious complaint,
she said many were made by it.

-- When I was too young she often said,
‘I don’t love your father’ or
‘We grew up with more laughter.’

-- No wonder you find it all funny,
giggling mid-argument.

-- It’s seriously-funny living 
a life of endless complaint.
 

[Tinker]

Ouch "a life of endless complaint."   I can't imagine this sadness.  It is true there are people that are half full and people that have half empty attitudes but a life of complaint is taking half empty to the extreme.  That hurts and I hear it in your poem. 

I am grateful to have lived a life half full and sometimes overflowing for most of my years. Admittedly it is only a quarter full right now but just getting on this board and forcing myself to write again, the level is rising quickly.   I even wrote and posted a silly poem yesterday April 3 and include it below to chase the "poem a day" atmosphere you created here.  Now to write something today.  Thanks again.

Play Day 

Time
to play,
it's a Saturday,
daytime designed as sublime.
Close the office doors
work is done
make fun . . .
Roar!
        ~~jvg

Taking a short break and playing with a new form.

Quadrette

[dr_con]

Roar! Roar!, indeed. Love the quadrette form. Nice.

J