Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Snow globe

it has been a long week
the nights have been extra trying
without knowing if
his name will be cleared

little Leila has nightmare again
screaming down the duplex
she is racing up the stairs
almost trips over her own slippers

she holds Leila to calm her shakes
kissing her head and humming ‘edelweiss’
her sobs and shakes subside
her eyes are on the squirrel
trapped inside the snow globe

she follows Leila’s gaze
tips the snow globe upside down
the snowflakes flying all over the squirrel

just before she puts it back on the side table
her fingers feel the stickiness
she turns it over again
and sees the crimson edge of the snow globe

it has been a long week
the nights have been extra trying
without knowing if
his name will ever be cleared
now that her suspicion
finds its substance

Daisies

in my dream
the sky is clear blue
all the clouds fell
and became petals
the golden sun
split it’s rays
into pistils
a field of daisies
dancing like the chime
made of sea shells
swaying like the waves
in my dream
I drowned
in a sea
of daisies

Bluebird

a lone bluebird
glides across the prairie
flapping his vibrant wings
to survey his love

“Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do”

will love bring you to me
my northern bluebird
if I walk about in the plains
leaving sparse scent trails
will you land on my shoulder

touch my lips with a magic kiss
and will I be a bluebird too,
and we’ll know what love can do

Blurbird – Paul McCartney

Insider trading

stock market
is a vision investment
with such
intimate insider knowledge
knowing the potential
of the talent
buying in
at your lowest point
nurture the environment
wait in patience
for
a wholesome harvest

stock market
is a nursery for fraud
with explicit understanding
of the subject
keeping a straight face
in the smoke screen
fanning
the flames of investments
while gladly
being an accomplice

Most of us think
insider trading
is outright illegal.

Yet we do it to people
every day.

Carousel

How many times have you picked up
my suitcase from the airport carousel?
They are exactly the times we spent
our sweet honeymoons.
When they ended, we returned to our independent lives.

People comes and goes like a revolving door.
Not one distracts us from each other
for each journey ends
each planning for another honeymoon starts.

The circle of life manifests in our love
like children enjoy the merry-go-round.

Sand

The cold coffee is keeping me company
as I sit watching the waves rolling in.

I am tired of the long nights with
an empty spot accentuated by the cool moon light.

All the heartaches exhausted my fractured mind.
My eye sockets are hollow and brittle
disregard the flirtatious breeze.

I don’t know why I am so chained up
by the past like a submissive slave.
When the master has been long gone,
I keep the pain and torture to preserve
pleasure.

I have been through tubes of smudging mascaras.
Drought became my heart’s desire and daily companion.

My ailing body no longer withstands
the changeable seaside weather.
Fine sand finds its way into
the window of my emptiness.
I cannot tell is it a rock or a precious mineral.

The irritaion imitates the pain to give pleasure.
My eyes well up and my soul returns.

Lightning on the ocean

I draw the blinds open
watch children playing on the beach
their fingers digging into the sand
toes getting sun tanned
chuckles and giggles trolling toward me
like the unforgiving waves

I once was that carefree
when we built this love hut by the ocean
the handprints of Lily and Declan
still hung on this silent wall

My mind is cluttered with last night’s terror
as ants lost their scent trail
the drumming in my head lost its rhythm
to chimpanzees’ screaming
prewarn me the coming of the storm

I grab my ears trying to erect the noise
clomp clomp clomp
here comes the tormenting spirit
the lightening flashes are blinding
they are lunging on my head

Whipped me once
Lashed out ten fold
Cracked me a life time

I give in to the chimps
hooting and screaming
at least I know what they are

Devour

I
spill
longing
onto
your
chakras

blotches
drip
from
cool
violet
to
wine
red

your
royal
elegance
descends
to
hellish
lust

IV – Kiss Collection

Cinnamon kisses are sweet at dawn
after an exotic night play
The remnant of the tangled souls
swirls like earthy warm smoke
infuses the haze cool morning

Wanderlust

Thank you Luna for letting this piece into her poetry bar, this is where I started to be connected to the WordPress poetry community.

Hope you enjoy reading it!

via Wanderlust — Luna