by Savannah Skye
Great opening!
re;
My phrenic jealousies
Ripple through my mind
With solemn untruths
this really sets the stage for the poem. I wandered throught the green eyed emotions and felt the sad despair with the end... you did well inviting the reader into the destruction of a love through sexual/emotional cynicism. And ty for making me ref. the dictionary!
Your poem has been mentioned on the Sunday reviews..
Du Lac~
this poem took Me into a virtual pool of insecurity; a quicksand. Feeling you sink in helplessness in controlling the green eyed monster was so descriptive, it left Me thinking jealousy in itself is a form of addiction, isn't it? But it's one you can kick once you realize {as you do} that it is a destructive emotion. Thank you for the lingering effects this piece enabled Me to feel.
Vixxx