Jealousy blots
the soul out of the eyes
Charade of love
in thin disguise . . .
Clinging gestures
that won't desist
Questions, harangues
which perversely persist
Mere cleverness seeking
to mute wisdom's call
(Pride goads to omniscience
before the fall)
No omnipotence, in truth --
only trembling impotence
grandiose and frantic
behind fierce pretense.
4 comments:
you have captured jealousy to perfection! Not an easy thing to do!
Thank you so much . . .
How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy!
O love, Be moderate; allay thy ecstasy,
Difficult to choose between your take on jealousy, or The Bard himself. The real difference is 400 years.Ripe one on the theme of Green.
Written, for better or for worse (one always hopes "for better"), by an obscure "turquoise" poet.
I thank you.
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