Jealousy

Through her lenses – a collage of ideals –
pictures depicting false heroes & foes –
and the written word is just one-dimensional,
an ascensional tensional translation of woes.
The eyes get picked up by sepia colors,
they hang on the wall for curious pauses –
and the written word knows no surprises,
no appluase for the causes of old-fashioned laws – and

Music grants the second dimension –
but hers is the effort, hers – image of gold –
hers – the thin beauty in nautre – her tunes –
she hope – she out – her name in the mold –
– she knows – no break – just take –
her pictures, her Scriptures, a trick of a flash
and you’re hers.
And the written word is just one-dimensional