It’s disconcerting

When I’m sitting in my garden

With warm coffee in my left hand,

And the middle finger

Of my right hand,

Typing my thoughts on a blog

For all to see.

Because, you see,

I am tempted to use

The middle finger

In a not so subtle way

To tell my neighbor

Who is watching me,

That there is nothing to see

And if there is

Could she enlighten me,

As to what great life changing event

Is happening

Amongst the palms and bushes

In my garden,

So that I can share in the wonder

Of which I am oblivious.

But I guess the truth is

There is nothing here

To see,

And her mind is full of weeds,

Desperate to strangle the beautiful flowers

In my garden,

Such is the way

Of the envious mind.

Categories: Blog, Creative writing, Poem, Poetry, uncategorised

Tags: Envy, Flowers, Garden, Neighbor