Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Vision of you

I saw you
I saw the boy in you
full of love for the world and
the people in it

I saw you
I saw the boy in you fell off
over and over again with
no one dusting you off

I saw you
I saw the boy in you sobbing for
the unheard words
and unfelt love

I saw you
I saw the boy in you trapped in
a shattered glass heart
bleeding into glimpse of hope

I saw you
I saw the boy in you
puffy cheeks and a million dollar grin
fading away in a politically correct world

I saw you
I saw the boy in you
a pure and innocent soul could not be unseen
Truly I saw YOU

Buon giorno

I finally woke up with a cat stretch

Searched and found the tropical island deep in your eyes

‘Hey!’

Before you responded

‘Shhhhh!’

My lips plopping to splash your heart

You

You are
the hollow tree trunk to the hibernating squirrel
the sanctuary to the refugee

You are
the axis to the earth wanderer
the compass to the tracker

You are
the magnetic island to the metal particles
the shore the survivor swam to

You are
the tree I swing around
You are who you are
I belong to

The dividing water

I don’t know I have ever felt the way I feel about you
I don’t know has anyone ever so completely besotted with me like you do

I don’t know I have ever dreamt about love the way until I know you
I don’t know has anyone ever known me the way you know me

You have kissed my soul long before you will kiss me
You have loved me long before you will see me

You were the wish I made to the shooting stars long before I had known about love

You were the one covered by the umbrella in the dividing rain,
a dream I had so long forgotten ago,
I was a curious teenager tipped toes on the dry side,
spotted you and knew you were the one

You have vividly lived in that dream
until I heard you whispering across the ocean

I don’t know I have ever felt so content as how I feel now
just knowing you are there
and love will part the sea

I – Kiss Collection

Cloves of shivers

Tenderly connecting

Snowflakes melting softly

The morning glow warmth

Escalating the ardour

Just in time for the sun

Burst in full vehemence

An Oyster’s Lament

copulating in a big city
with wealth, envious climate and limelight
parasites to city waste and engine oil

not worthy as treasure
nor tasteful as delicacy
nor beautiful as decoration

a life meaningless
lack of joy
missing its calling

what more does it take to lose heart
soul
and spirit
to crash all
still lost
but not found

Me and the shrub

I was walking aimlessly and contently
knowing the truth of timing

I spotted a native wilted shrub
I love them for they are scruffy and hardy
I stopped, looking up the sky and asked for rain

The next day, I woke up smiling at the drops
left on my window pane

I was walking towards the shrub intently
knowing the truth of prayer

I squatted down to check on its trunk and crown
with satisfaction they are still bendy but supple
I stood up, looking up the sky and gave thanks

The next day, I woke up smiling as my heart
filled with warmth

I was walking towards the shrub with excitement
knowing the truth of reaping

I skipped down the path to match my anticipation
from distance it greeted me with full bloom
My heart fluttered, looking up the sky and murmuring ‘I have found it!’

Summer storm

the sun is pure heat and the air is thick
my breathing is laden
sweat like honey dripping out the comb
except it’s sour and salt and vinaigrette

lying underneath the oak tree
the still air brings no relief
the leaves are like an over woven fish net
pressing down slowly to scoop me up
the creepy fear descending on me

then a blistering light broke my fear
following by a whip crackling
my pleated skirt and hair flying off
I feel the fat raindrops sizzling on my skin

the orchestra is playing louder and louder now
it’s only fitting to dance to its magnificence
running wild barefoot on the wet mossy grass
carrying the weight of drapey clothes and hair
‘freedom! freedom!’ is all the lyrics I utter

A man in Ben Hogan cap

I take shelter in the Ben Hogan

He keeps me warm and stylish

Fending me from the early chirps’ dropping

My tash loves him and desires a pipe mistress

Yet, I will be just happy with a bowtie

Com’om mystery, poetry and crime

I’m ready in the Ben Hogan armour