Jealousy

Another part of my anthology...

As she stands waiting, in the centre of the crowded room,

she analyses every other person, carefully, discreetly.

Their glittering ball gowns.

Their delicate features.

Their graceful sophisticated silhouettes.

She catches her own tearful expression in a nearby mirror.

Glistening beads run down her cheeks,

like raindrops running down the smooth surface of a glass window.

Her own emerald green dress hugs her curves appreciatively.

Like a snake she weaves her way through the elegant ballroom, wishing.

Wishing she could dance like her,

or sing like her.

Wishing she was as tall and graceful as her,

or wishing she had him.

Her desires and beliefs are what drive her resentment.

Resentment towards everyone,

for she feels no love or admiration.

For love is kind,

love is patient.

Envy however is not.

Reviews

[zainul]

Wonderful painting on jealousy.

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you again...

[Tarry Franck]

I truly loved reading this because I often feel the same. Great write.

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you,,, i think alot of people can relate to this poem

[DrD]

I truly liked how this evolved and found myself walking with her through the ballroom. I could almost see her eyes darting about looking for something inferior. I can do this because I've known a few thousand like her but you brought her to life and did it in marvelous fashion. Bravo.

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you... i kind of used myself for this one... ive always been jealous of the people around me so i built on that

[DrD]

You shouldn't be. It might well be more correct in reverse.

[Marie Baskerville]

I doubt it but thanks

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So very true. I like the references and images that come to mind

[Marie Baskerville]

thank :)

[Ina Waltz]

As I was reading some of your poems I got a strange sensation that you were writing about me, especially when I was reading this one. Lovely work!

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you... most of the time when i was writing i would link it to myself in my head haha