Poem: Grudge

H. Kris Thomas
The air around me is rude and old and bitter
When I log the details of every transgression against me
And keep hold of them for future use

I hide my recording tools away
Still, my tireless mind knows to keep records of its own

Published by H. Kris Thomas

So Cal resident writing poetry and other things...but mostly poetry.  View profile

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  • Jeanne Baney10/11/2010

    Interesting thoughts because so many don't realize they are keeping records.

  • Tony Payne7/2/2010

    Good.

  • Candice L. Collins6/27/2010

    love your work, it's full of vivid pictures, even with so few words, you have captured so much with so little, great job.

  • Mike Powers6/27/2010

    This is truly amazing imagery. Powerfully written, thanks!

  • Dawn Fisher6/26/2010

    Excellent! I couldn't wait to read this once I saw the title.

  • Kristen Wilkerson6/26/2010

    Learning moments of life

  • Delicia Powers6/26/2010

    You are so wonderfully:0) honest with yourself!!!

  • David A. Reinstein, LCSW6/26/2010

    Careful.... a grudge can transform, before you know it, in to internal sludge!

  • Oscar Crawford6/26/2010

    Our minds do not require our permission for some things!

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