Dear Jealousy,
A heart at peace gives life to the body,but envy rots the bones.
Proverbs 14:30
Your kisses were always
corrosive, you know
I can still feel the hole your lips
left on my heart
Those stalks of insatiable
withered and proud
__________________________less green
than you and I like to pretend
your eyes
were never a meadow, you know
and I've found only ashes
inside your embrace
Yet
order a pint of this ____________dead aching grass
because
rather your acid than
no rain at all.
posted by Erin @ 2:27 PM
3 Comments:
This poem gives me a warm fuzzy feeling at the moment.
I will refrain from making an "angry feminist" note.
You grow my friend.
dear Erin,
hrmm
i'm not sure if i think pint of grass is sitting with me.. pints make me think of ice cream, or something liquid.
and in the last stanza, maybe "better" instead of "rather"?
i like the non-meadow eyes and ash-y embrace
love,
roome V
unlike shine, i get no warm fuzzy feelings from this poem and i like that. this is a good poem, very good. i admire how you can write so easily without rhyming. you kick poet-y ass.
-m
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