rare is the love that
withstands envy’s surge of hate
that disapproval
of another’s happiness
societal jealousy
i’ve come to believe
that envy’s behind evil
blind desires for fame
destruction of true heroes
to steal another’s glory
have you seen how dreams
wither and die when they’re bathed
in envy’s waters
control of history
is given to the victor
even in families
inside
the circle
gold leaf figurines
sit atop
decaying flesh
gravestones
corroded by time
like
an unreleased episode
of the twilight zone
where
there is
no way out
nor
way to see
beyond the lines
those
in the inner circle
pine
for just one
gray day
outside
the circle
the tears
of those inside
create rainbows
multicolored illusions
of happiness
drawing those
outside
like moths
to a light
with wings
frantically pounding
against transparent lines
of class privilege
and when
reason rises
like a new day
those outside
can be found
beneath
the street light
of their desire
one man rises
easter morning
becoming
the envy of all
for
he had made the call
of his own rise and fall
those left behind
have been wondering
if it was just
some kind of magic trick
such human thoughts
place their own deaths
in a void
the proverbial
between a rock
and a hard spot
a what’s next syndrome
that paralyzes
the masses
from action
when they already
know
what should be done
but one can never
be too careful
so rather than act
they react
while collecting
as many coins
as they can
just in case
the whole damn thing
was staged
and taking out
multiple memberships
since one
never knows
which version of god
will be calling
that is
if the line
isn’t already
dead
A Classic Art Challenge: Here we are at the second round of another poetry challenge between my good friend Jade and myself. This time, the writing will be prompted by five paintings, ranging from classical to modernist. We hope you will enjoy this as much as we do!
Today’s painting is: Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I by Gustav Klimt completed in 1907