Social Contemplation

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven

Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other

Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)

Wordsmith Apprentices

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

This daily script interferes
With any royal mood
Leaving abstract smiles
Upon the observer’s space

Each piece reaches the other
with startling ponder
Shaking up their normality
Signaling the writer’s psyche
Demanding a daily dose of encouragement

The bond sparked small
A distant curiosity sated by the choreography of words

A budding denial received confirmation in plain sight
An uncultivated heart given wings to ascend
An untamed mind flew over the boundary beyond the intellectual elasticity

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)