Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

Missing you

It is harder to get warm
when you are not near
near enough to my heart
it still skips a beat
the missing one must make its way
to play on your heartstrings
like a bird without a song
muffled to my ears
tastes like thinner
illusionises my painting
at dusk
it is all too grey
rain stops by
to keep me awake

Poet

Living Poetry prompt

I have never known
Poetry sings in my heart
Until I met Keats

Hidden beauty

fiery amber woven in parakeet feathers
drape across the wave sculpted rocks
your beauty overshadowed by
molecules of red, orange and yellow
on a sunlit day

Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Turimetta beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia

Kite

God crafted you
and gifted you to me

It was meant for me
to teach you
how to soar across the sky
with only a thin string
in my unskilled hands

I was so scared
to let you fly high
watching the wind toss you
into the unknown
doing somersaults
in the middle of a storm
keeping your head
above the murky clouds

You agilely danced
across the atmosphere
rode above the turbulence
trusting I had the string
to keep you afloat

I looked at my empty hands
I looked up at your freedom
and marvelled
God had filled the uncertainty
in between

 

Oneness

Let us fall into each other’s eyes
swim as one
from the tip of the bay
to the deepest heartbeat

In God’s presence
let us burn into sublime beauty
my name inked in your skin
your blood flows in my arteries

 

 

Home

We are such homebodys
the couch is our sanctuary
where the shapes of us
sinking into
the wings of a butterfly
gives life to our dream

There is no more safer space
than the span of us
where body temperature
is within reach
our flesh
is in contact
each of our worlds
knitted into one
bright colourful
landscape of
love

Finally
we are home at ease
in one breath
one flesh
one uniting
force of life

Precision

archery, golf, gun shooting
precision sports are invigorating

in the shooting range
weight-forward stance
loaded pistol in steady hands
focus on the target X to line up three dots
screen out the other lanes’ startling sound
hold my breath and pull the trigger
adrenaline hits at the fall of loud bangs
bullet holes mapping the target sheet
the close to perfection
drives me for more rounds

Parallel genes

culture difference shows up
when it comes to comics
your western super heros
my eastern mystic figures
like two far apart genes
without any cross-over

abstract art background blur
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