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Wicked Jealousy

drip drip drip
puddling resentment,

meanwhile...

her typewriter roars
seething aspirations
her muse unfiltered
and naked to the world
of concentrated hatreds
and monumental moments
where the masterful maneuver...

but it's her typewriter roaring,
granted the unattainable,
damnit....   who is she?
— themoonman, Aug 07, 2008

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

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DarkinAZ

17 years 10 months ago

ummm, Hillary Clinton?

Is that who it is? LMAO Good to see you friend, not sure I get this, sorry. Maybe if you explain a bit, I could just be tired... Sincerely, Mark
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Mark...

I thank you for not getting it... when I started this, I had a direction... but I ended up with this vague little write that I don't know what to do with... it was about jealousy among writers... I've experianced both sides of this... and hope to continue to for as long as I can raise my pen... thanks for reading... Richard
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barbsdad2003

17 years 10 months ago

Wow!

You've here tapped right into my experience with typing manuscript while on a visit with my Oregon sister while my long-retired father, who'd as I was growing up had always promised to write a book (probably bestseller), busied himself in and around my furious typing in unnecessarily noisy ways ... To my practiced eye (and experience of him), he suffered from an acute jealousitis. He had forever talked of writing a book while not following through with it. I wrote more than one, self-published them, made an immodest bundle over several years. (Sorry about that, Dad, Bad Thing I did.) Thanx, Chuck
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

I'm not surprised

that you felt the poem and were familiar to the content, sorry about your Dad's jealous moments... my own sister writes, or she used to, she says that I make her not want to write because she is not as good... I don't need that kind of heaps on my pile... besides, she is very good and her reasons for not writing are much deeper than she cares to admit.. anyway.. sorry for going on. I thank you for reading and sharing so much of yourself here. Richard
Linda Moses

Linda Moses

17 years 10 months ago

Jealousy

You may be right, Chuck. My hobbies of painting and writing have drawn more darned criticism from members of my family. I finally told them, "they that can do, they that cannot, criticize." (this goes double for my sister-in-law.) Good poem, Richard
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Linda...

there is that eye again... we can never live up to what others think we should be or do we can only be ourselves you are right to stand up because those that do.. do do. wait a minute that doesn't sound right..lol thanks for reading and sharing Richard
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

17 years 10 months ago

Moon

I really liked this one. I could hear the roars of the typewriter and the "puddling resentment" was awesome~
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Well...

I'm glad you stopped in and read this one... thank you Richard
Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

Excellent Richard

I have been known to do such. Linda, most of my family are very critical. *LOL* I just don't show them anymore. Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Rett...

thanks for reading I am an old salty gritty fishy crabby thing at times too... at least that's what my wife says..lol Richard
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orgami

17 years 10 months ago

stoccatto

like the jake brake of lumber trucks hauling spruce into Seattles soft neighbourhood best left switched off can hear the typewriters banging clunking as space bars are hit with elongated thumbs the return carriage slamming and bell dinging words come out of the corner fighting or alighting like birds on the dark thin wire dotting along in slow landings one after another jealousy like a wind whipping newspaper eyes
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi O...

I love your comment...poem! words come out of the corner fighting... glad you are here.. Richard
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

17 years 10 months ago

LOL!

Loved this, Richard, and I immediately thought of a person that this applies to very well! I think I usually feel awe when I see someone crank out good stuff one right after the next.... as I sit there with a dumb look on my face, and my brain feels frozen, so that I can't even type out a coherent sentence. LOL! ~Jess ---------------------------------------------------- "Just 'cause you have one, doesn't mean you need to be one....."
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 10 months ago

Hi Jess...

I thank you for reading.. I believe that we as human beings feel jealousy all through our lives on many differant realms.. this is just one I thought some of us here could all share a common ground on... glad to see you... Richard
Sinbadthesailorman

Sinbadthesailorman

17 years 10 months ago

Where does one get such a typewritter

For surly if I had one I could write as good as she jealousy I dont know if I have yet come across it here or there or if I just don't pay it no mind nice write the best way to win your race is not to compete in any others? Donnie/Sinbad