Category Archives: poetry

New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com

My latest poetry publication at Spillwords Press:

New Beginnings

You are the conception of peace,
The beauty within the eventide.
[read the entire poem by clicking on the link below.]

Source: New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com

Spillwords.com presents: New Beginnings, poetry by Benjamin Grossman, who received his MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College.

Flexible Structures

By Benjamin Grossman and Kritika Tanvi

Delicately close the distance between our pens
Stretch your words to fit within each sentence
Would you rhyme to make their rhythm intense?
Or would you let free moves to mesmerize with their dance?
 
Press your ink to the page without hesitation
Feel the scintillating words with sensation
Craft a letter that has never been written
Look at the two swords profoundly smitten
A phrase that has never been expressed
A love that awaits to be transgressed
 
Between the comma and the period
The opening and the final full stop
Show me the outline of your heart
Having sagaciously built the base
Patiently engrossed and embraced
The calmness of strength speaks for the aura of this beautiful art

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For more from Kritika follow her here

Moon Time

Once
I was a fool  knowingly 
bathing in the sunlight

and    day after day
staring 
       into its rays
excited about the heat
it placed upon my skin 
                                 forever forgetting 
the damage it did to my hands
the damage it did to my eyes
the damage it did to my brain

BUT


by the grace of the stars
I found my way up and heavenward
                                                rediscovered 
                                         the beauty of reflection

the-power-of-pull
                        as well as
                                           the rhythm of time
which heals and endures

Oh yes
          once 
                 I was a damned fool
yet now that I’ve regained my senses 
                                                   

I ONLY 
GIVE MY
PRAISE TO 
THE MOON

In Between the Lines

By Benjamin & Grace (Fearless Free Soul)

Write me a line I could never forget
Send me the heart of your mind
Open the rib cage of time
Unlock the why of you and I

Take me back to our before
Gift me a word layered like a rose
Look for me in every petal and thorn
Watch us wither or watch us soar

I wrote a line you could never forget
Spread my dreams without you, not one regret
You sent me the heart of your mind
I was most alive with a love so blind
I opened the rib cage of time
Found a heaven in every hemisphere
I unlocked the why of you and I
Saw my fears burn in our atmosphere
I took myself to our before
Lost and found the core
I discovered a word layered like a rose
Moments just become written prose
Looking in every petal and thorn
I watched us wither I watched us soar

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This was a fun collaboration with the multi-talented Grace (check out more of her work at Fearless Free Soul). It’s always exciting to see how the words will connect and come together. Lots to find between the lines here.

Sublimation

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

I lost the grip of my writing pen
                                                the ink frozen in-between the flow 
                                                                                                      of words and broken nib.

As if making every stroke 
                                        on water 
                                                       letters now convert to vapor
vanishing before forming any solid state.


I burn lavender incense up to the heavens
offering fragments         of laden thoughts 
denial               sadness            resentment 
                                                                   cast 
                                                                  down 
                                                                   like 
                                                            Autumn rain.

I wish to be a fixed matter
an existence tightly packed together

but    my    particles    keep     spreading 
                                                                 in
                       different 
directions
                deaf
                  to
                 all
               prayers.


I found no escape on the verge of my final break.


Perhaps if I hibernate long enough
Spring will come with the promising sun
I WILL GROW FROM THIS INEXCUSABLE PAIN.

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*Please make sure to view the poem again and additional content at Cassa's blog: https://flickerofthoughts.com/
It's always a pleasure to write with a poet as knowledgeable and talented as her, and I really enjoy this poem for what it stands for beyond the words.