A Tale of Two Cups | Short Poem No. 121

A Tale of Two Cups
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This is the tale cups. . .

It was the best of drinks. . .
. . .It was the worst of drinks.

I consumed my wisdom. . .
. . .I consumed my foolishness.

I was gorged by my belief. . .
. . .I was gorged by my incredulity.

In the night I saw light. . .
. . .In the day I saw dark.

I was inebriated with hope. . .
. . .I was sober in despair.

This poem is a pastiche of “A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Darwin. Click Here to find a free online version, posted by Gutenberg.org.

How Do I Rip This Heart Out?

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and 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
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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.

How do I Rip This Heart Out? | Short Poem No. 120

how do i rip this heart out
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How do I rip this heart out of my cold, hardened chest,
to let you see that you’re the best
of my life?

You want to run
and let it go
– our relationship –
because I can’t reciprocate
the emotions of
your love.

You walk away.
But Don’t walk away.
Can’t you see the love
inside of me?

My heart is stuck
like it’s in a cold, hardened chest
– like a diamond trapped in stone –
that I can’t
express.

You walk away.
But Don’t walk away.
Can’t you see the love
inside of me?

Postcards

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Postcards Bring You Back | Poetry Remix No. 58

sunsets on beauty, postcards bring you back
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Postcards bring you back:
Moments I can’t recapture
outside of my heart.

Seize Self-Awareness

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Seize Self-Awareness | Haiku | Short Poem No. 119

seize self-awareness haiku
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Seize Self-Awareness.

The Heart is Most Deceitful.

Forsake Perception.

Kaleidoscope

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Your Kaleidoscope | Short Poem No. 118

your Kaleidoscope
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I’m your kaleidoscope.
I’m always in spiral.
Round and round I go.
Watch my soul do its waltz.

There are things that turn me
– against my will.
And there’s things that turn
– me against my will.

I’m your kaleidoscope,
so just be entertained.
After all, every soul
just wants a claim to fame.

The Waves

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

© Jonathan Swift and WritingWithStrangers, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.