Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes | Collaboration with Cassa Bassa

Hi, everyone. I’m happy to be back with another collaboration with Cassa Bassa from “Flicker of Thoughts!” Even better than the first, this one is called “Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes.”

This poem is between two “lovers,” where italic stanzas represent one lover and the non-italic represents the other.

Hearts and Paper Aeroplanes
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

No, I’m not claiming that I always write.
When I do, my heart’s like a jar – sealed tight.
And when it pops ajar, you hear it “thump.”

No, I don’t think I always love you right.
When I do, my soul swells like puppy eyes.
When I write, I snort happily for you.

When I’m bad, I’m bad. When I’m good, I’m good.
I’d love to love you right now, if I could.
But if I’m astray, please try tomorrow.

When I’m sad, I write. When I’m loved, I write.
I’d love to store you in my sealed tight jar.
Only let out happiness than sorrow.

Sorry, love, but this is our last “goodnight.”
I’m not always honest in all I write.
So keep your happy times safe and sealed tight.
Don’t let a dreamer like me steal your heart. . .

© Cassa Bassa/FlickerofThoughts & Jonathan Swift/WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Minimalist | Collaboration with Cassa Bassa

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.”

minimalist collaboration
Photo by Geoffrey Arduini on Unsplash

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

© Cassa Bassa/FlickerofThoughts & Jonathan Swift/WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

A Boy Named “Gullible” | Collaboration with Theresaly (Sa)

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.”

Boy Named Gullible
Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

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.”

© Theresaly520 and Culture Shocks & Jonathan Pines and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

A Lover’s Agony – Collaboration with Winnie

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
Photo by Marisa Harris on Unsplash

“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…

© Winnie, Musings & Joey Who? and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Loneliness is a Gateway | Collaboration with Sakshi

Sometimes loneliness is a gateway. . .

Fellow poets, this is a collaboration I did with the blog “I Refuse to Give Up” by Sakshi and my blog, “Writing with Strangers.” This was my first collaboration. I hope you enjoy. . .

Sakshi: Italics
Me: Non Italics

Loneliness is a Gateway
Source of Image: Pinterest

Amidst the hustle bustle

Of those crowded streets

A million smiles

Guffaws and squeals

Alone but not lone

On streets and at home

Just a feeling that I feel

Hoping it will heal. . .

The gurgling water stream

Bringing a sense of calm 

But heart still yearns

For its soul’s balm

I feel at home in nature,

the earth gives me nurture.

Is it wrong to feel more okay

when people are away?

Peace is achieved

When quiesce is embraced 

Maybe loneliness 

Is a gateway.

© Sakshi Gangwani & Joey Blue/writingwithstrangers.com, 2019, except where noted. All rights reserved.