Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Childhood memory

my memory of school holidays
are of the farm life

the rooster crowed at daybreak on roof top
careless with the chimney smoke

the forest green tea plantations
dazzled in the spring rain

early summer crickets sang
amidst the bamboo bushes

village children’s twinkling eyes
fixed on pebble stones roast chestnuts

burning charcoals snuggled in the terracotta bowl
covered by a hand knitted bamboo basket

the card games and craft
under the kerosene lamps

firewood smoke and wet soil smells
connected me to my childhood
through the time tunnel
decorated with fireflies

Honeycomb

My Honeycomb!

Do you know
you are meant to
be empty and lonely
for I was born to
come and fill you
with sweetness in
every hollow room.

We drip of
wealth and riches
overflow with harvest
cacoon in our happy home.

Oh my sweet sweet Honeycomb!

Drop dead

I ran this marathon
with the intention of
completion in triumph.

I realised in midway
that was only
an aspirational goal.
I had no choice but
downgraded it to
successful completion
with torlerable suffering
of sprains and strains.

I was a wilted desert lily
so detrimentally dehydrated
yet was afraid of hyponatremia.

My greatest concern though
is the likelihood of
revitalisation after
a cardia arrest.

Touch-me-not

I love mimosa pudica for her sensitivity
which often mistaken for shyness

she is truly the sleeping beauty
undisturbed in the depth of the night
stretching open to the first morning ray

her distinctive memory of my touch
earned my loyalty to watch her intently
makes her a seductress
has me wrapped around her little finger
playing touch-me-not

A 365 day dream

I had two dreams
never thought they would come true
for I did not know one led to another

I had lived in a slumber for so long
never knew I held the key to these dreams
so I was stuck on the detour to nowhere

I was dying of exhaustion
desperately seeking a spring
to continue on the winding road

at the beginning of the 365 day journey
everyday life aroused no emotions in me
all I could manage was
to do the only thing that would
bring me relief to this numbness
I poured out my daydreams on paper

I am halfway to the end of the 365 day journey
the tingling in my brain
the restless finger tapping
the nourishment from the spring
living my dreams day and night

at the end of the 365 day milestone
skipping down the dream pathway
the key around my neck
to the sunlit conscious tomorrows

One of those things

Is there truly a God?
I don’t see Him.

There is truly wind
as I know how it feels on my skin.

Is there indeed true love?
I cannot see the future.

There surely is happiness
as my heart sings when I see you.

Fall

I
will fall
in your arms
catching orange tangerine marmalade
in autumn ambience
ravished by
you