Envy, my monster, ah, this sullen ghost
Soft longing fingers feel for my heart’s cord
And pull; this heart now her unwilling host
But the object lowers her blue gaze, bored
A cruel reflection of her frosted grace
I smell her; breath-taking, almost obscene
Skin mottled, the red rises in my face
Two cold eyes blink in unforgiving green
But the demon swells up in me and wants
Wants for the touch of her delicate hand
That beguiling smile that flatters and taunts
I look in myself and I understand
This monster slowly becoming my soul
Takes me, holds me, tastes me, swallows me whole.
Author notes
A sonnet, like you suggested. I love sonnets.
A contest entry
- PIF Contest-paying it forward...June 3rd judging will begin-.picture is Feminine GREEN EYED MONSTER by ears2hearyou.
300 points, ended June 6, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wonderful ! applause-applause!
That was wonderfully done and yes I am studying sonnets.
and must practice practice it more.
way to write...lovely imagery! I loved how you captured
us with your first two lines and then pulled us in...
to end so divinely!
well written feast of a smartly done sonnet!
ears/Seattle
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bravo
An excellent sonnet! Let's see more..."more, please" to paraphrase Oliver. but be very careful as this form is highly addictive! Loved it! bravo... bravo.. bravo..
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Ah, yes, I love writing sonnets, definitely an addiction for me!
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I am obligated to say most truly that this is a splendid, breathtaking poem, because it IS JUST THAT!
Wonderful writing, good poet person. 
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