Hi again, poets. I have another collaboration to share with everyone. This one is with Cassa Bassa from “Flicker of Thoughts.” I had a great time writing with them, and I hope you also check out their blog if you haven’t already! This poem is called, “Minimalist.”
There are things she sees are pretty They go beyond her basic needs
The sun is warm and cheery Too much of it Freckles gather on her cheeks
Charming freckles, like those on a child, whose innocent heart would burst with a smile.
The rain is soothing and musical Too much of it Sadness floods on her soul
Raindrops can harmonize with memories. Too many and the mind is adrift.
The world of art is beautiful and enchanting. Too much of it Inadequacy breaks down her creativity
Happiness makes her vulnerable. The more she has, the more she has to lose
There are so many lows after the highs When all that is stripped away She realises how much satisfaction she has in a mundane life
Hi Everyone! This next poem is a collaboration I did with Sa from Culture Shocks. . It’s a little spooky, just in time for Halloween! . . I hope you enjoy. . . We call this poem. . . “A Boy Named Gullible.”
This began like any other strange night. . . As an innocent child laid in bed, a full moon rose on him through the window. Quiet winds whispered nothings in his head.
“Come away, come away, little child. Come to my home. Won’t you stay a while?” “I have some cookies with brown chocolate chips” A spirit said with a cheshire smile.
The sweet aroma tickled the child’s senses. His outreached hands clasping in cold thin air, Desiring a savory fresh dessert. Getting his hopes up, “It’s just not fair!”
He shut his hungry mouth with a smile, which soon dissolved into bitter disgust. His chocolate treats were really dirty worms That tasted like dark . . .slimy. . . filthy must. . .
Betrayed by the spirit’s deception. Dejected. He spat the worms at the dark wall. Evil gold eyes gleamed in the shadows, To seize its prey: seize him one and all. . . The boy that we have named. . . “Gullible.”
Hi Everybody! This next poem is a collaboration I did with Winnie from Musings. It’s a story about a lover’s agony. I start the dialogue as the first lover, and then she replies in italics as the other. . . I hope you enjoy. . .
“A Lover’s Agony”
As I laid down in bed, I closed my eyes. I drifted to sleep thinking about you. The girl that I used to know from my past. . . And I wonder. . . Do you think of me, too?
”I woke up in the wee hours of the morning Restless in my sleep Beddings and pillows strewn across the floor Thoughts of you invaded my mind For your visage, I wish to espy in a flash”
I left you, my dear, in a foreign land. And with you I left my heart, mind and soul. Tell me, do you miss laying hand-in-hand? Without you, dear, I’ve never been whole.
“How long can I carry this unbearable ache? A sudden deep yearning rendering me helpless Which I tried to repudiate in my waking state But my willful heart’s a traitor”
It pains me to think of how I can’t go back. My cowardice preventing me in telling you there’s never going to be us. My amour, I found someone who filled the void you left. I owe it to you, to tell the truth, but I don’t know where to start…