Was it possible to feel jealousy
after so long of denying it existed
in my psyche, as I watched the young
poet, the woman of words
pour her life into my beaker
on a Monday night and make it overflow.
I don’t find jealousy attractive,
it is an emotional state
that leads to a rotten core
and Hamlet is no relation of mine
and his uncle an excuse to behave
like a bastard.
I muse all night and thankfully,
jealousy is not the cause, to find
beauty in someone so erudite and passionate
about their words, my trouble was regret,
that I had not followed through on teenage
aspirations, of my own desires
and now in Middle age, such
opportunities to have that skill
Dedicated with thanks to Jess Green.
Ian D. Hall 2017