Green - The Other Monster

By James Sawers

Green, The Other Monster, speaks, of course, of jealousy, that green-eyed monster that can afflict even the best of relationships. Even the most secure person can misinterpret an innocent glance, a word, a call, and bring forth emotions of envy, resentment, suspicion, and distrust. Feelings, misplaced or not, that can destroy even the strongest relationship.
As in its companion volume, Red, Lust is a Monster, these poems speak to the human condition, to the heart’s longings: dark and deep, bright and open, and, sometimes, to bitterness and soft hatred. Such feelings convey the basic human emotions and experience of love and loss, life and lust, in such a way that even sorrow, grief, and despair can sometimes be felt as an ecstatic experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781595948816

Book preview

Green

Green...

With just a hint

Of jealousy...

A misplaced look

An innocent glance

Even a lost expression

And, of course, I am

Thinking of someone else

Someone besides you

I just can’t get it

Into your mind that

All I want is you

This green-eyed monster

Is destroying us -

Green is not your color!

Empty Abandoned Bed

All that remains now

Is an empty

Abandoned bed

You are gone

Long gone

Yet, still I miss you

The bed misses you

The sheets long to

Wrap around you

One more time

As I do

Only one head rests

On the pillow

Yet, your scent lingers

And lingers…

Outside the window

The moon rises

Bright with false promise

I raise my hand

Feeling the moonlight

Following its path

To where you are

A Heart Never Forgets

Even though

I have photos, videos

Of me and you

And memories

My memories tend

To get less sharp

And clear with time

The photos less real

And substantial

Still, a heart never forgets

Though my heart breaks

Each time I think

Of you gone

These many years

This is preferably

To a disappeared life

And no memory

Of you at all

Another Scar

The layers

Add up

Another scar

Is added

To all the others

Deep within

My soul

A round ball

Of scar tissue, where

Even tears can’t reach

A Thousand