Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward
Mossward (Greensward)
Spring is contagious
breaking out in mossward
Shyness
in seclusion
hesitate to bloom
Blessings in Disguise
I used to hate exercising in the gym
totally intimidated by all the toned and beautiful figures
Nowadays I don’t mind at all
with my eyesight getting worse
I don’t feel at all intimidated by blobs of blur
Blue Moon
Blue Moon was written in response to Jeff’s poem Orange Sky which was included in his poetry collection Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.
Orange Sky by Jeff Flesch
orange is the color of the sky
and the image I find you in the night
dancing before my mind
althought I’m tired and weary
still I find in you delight
considering all the things you’ve done
like showing me how to become a man
while learning to let go of all my shame – complacency
drops instead
letting love burn through the atmosphere inside my heart and head
Blue Moon by Cassa Bassa
tonight the moon is blue
hung high over the ocean tide
murmuring love tunes
to stir up the calm water
within me
this blue flame
licking my already burning skin
reminds me of the orange sky
we lay under
the texture of your shyness
the layers of my wanting
peeling off the first blooms
of our love
and eternal desire
#songshare – Glimpse of Us
The Club
This is written based on Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt word – Club.
Lion Bark was a world famous golfer who won many titles which were a few shied away from the young men he slept with during his long career.
One of his winning clubs was gifted by his favourite Korean lover, which he took with him around the world wherever he played in tournaments. That club reminded him of his lover’s parting words, “I’ve given my blood, sweat and tears to this club, wherever you go, take it with you in remembrance of me.”
Over the years he tried to reconnect with his Korean lover without success. His response had always been that he was under the surveillance by his government officials for crimes he did not commit.
Little did Lion Bark know, he is the reason that his Korean lover was not in jail, because of the murder weapon he kept with him.
Pumpkin Field
Remember that pumpkin field
under the harvest moon
where we lay in the coolness of the night?
A beatle crawled around my ankle
while your fingers gliding between my longing
landed in a fire
ignited by our stardust kisses.
The shallow field matched our breaths.
The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
reminded me of your raw passion
overcame the smoothness of my skin.
De-complicate
Would you prefer me to add a pronoun in my email signature?
I don’t mind, do as you wish.
What about your pronoun? You know I don’t want to offend you.
Call me he, she, they, it, I don’t care. I know who I am.
Ok then, I know you as Ami and you are Ami to me.
Definitely, I’m Ami 😊.
Butterfly Love, The Origin of Love
Butterfly Love
I rise from the ashes of past
circumstances
with a ladle of love in my right hand
and butterflies alighting on my left
thinking about the trees dwelling within me,
how they do always seem
lost in times of chaos, yet they
keep me warm
tangled emotions
cutting deep within, where love and pain
are perfect twins
and life is lived beneath the texture of your skin
The Origin of Love
I sit in the quiet
underneath the white oak
watch the rain rolling from my left
edging the sun towards my right
Isn’t that what grief does to us
chipping away the simple things we enjoy
I remain sitting under the tangled arms
unshaken, unmoved, undisturbed
Here is my sanctuary
and centre of gravity
where we once hid from the world’s chaos
and found each other
locked gaze
in awe
Break A Dawn
Twilight casts a net of iridescent pearls
to tempt the reluctant sun to break a dawn
She yawns
The horizon feels her warmth
beholding her fervant beautiful
Flicker of Thoughts 