Jealosy and Pain
my forte and my downfall
elegant thoughts, parsed perfection
effortlessly strung, priceless pearls
tailored, fitted, mitered, alliterated
craftmanship evident to Medieval guilds
perhaps too literal, haloed, overly sincere
but you, with your scantily clad jargon
middling maudlin untold descriptions
how can posies exist
needing both water and wine
to complete the sacrement
sun and rain, imperfection of perfection
ability that adds what's missng
ruminated thoughts sought, prayed
wished, the Holy Grail as yet unfounded
oh, my secret brothers, the map reads so easily
you who know the ingredients
in Merlin's bubbling kettle
a bouillabaisse for the chef's nose
while I eat cold potatoes
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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