Our Green-Eyed Monster

My husband and I, we are not the jealous sort. But once in a while a green-eyed monster peeks in. He comes lurking about to diminish our joy. Not enough to destroy, but too often to toy. Hubby is a skillful photo-shop-artist with vast finesse. I on the other hand paint and make a big mess. My Photoshop doodles seek childhood; I regress. Thought strikes my imagination; I exuberantly express. We encourage one another; and strive to excel. Stroking our egos with gentle words, we share well. Two souls snuggled in oaks; each repairing from pains. Lacking outside attention and financial gains. So, when someone drops by, we each want to brag. One look at his work might as well be my gag. Magnificent landscapes defy poetic words. When the green-eyed monster leaps in, it’s absurd. How does it happen; why does pride go awry? Why does my heart start churning; my soul loose its wits? My sweet perspectives on joys then, no longer fits. It’s that Green-eyed Monster…that’s why! First I’m ignored as he with words outwits. Inside myself my soul becomes pricked. I withdraw in silence as one might predict. The green-eyed monster wins this blitz! The problem is that when jealousy stokes. Depression chokes any desire to try. The, works unpicked make one want to cry – I HATE that Green-eyed Monster! December 9, 2015 Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Green-Eyed Monster Sponsor Verlena S. Walker