Wednesday, November 23, 2011

I Read a Poem




I read a poem
(not mine)

words bloom images
fresh, right, vivid.

Can I ever
craft a poem...
so perfect?

He is graduate student
has coaching
has experience
has talent.

I ache in the gaps
between us
and our work.

She is published author
has mentors
has experience
has talent.

Lover reminds:
Jealousy arises
from mirrored
potential.

Truth?
Maybe yes,
maybe no...

Grudging
yet calm,
I return to my work,
write and
write again.

Words sprout
in the envy-green soil,
swell into poems

and
gossamer dreams.

Image and words are mine.

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