Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Autumn

It has gone cold all of the sudden
It’s inevitable to notice
You have arrived
My fingers are cold when touching my lukewarm lips

I close my eyes recollecting your splendid beauty
The rain sprinkling on my lashes
When the chill air seeping through my poncho
The scarf and beanie keeping me genial
Hiking boots springing on soggy ground layed with unspoken words from dreams last night
I see those lost words in colours sage, forest, bumblebee, pumpkin, crimson, scarlet…

Taking a deep breath in, looking up
You’re opening up to me like a peacock in a palette of fall
Except, you gravitating to the earth easing off my anxious mind
Allowing me to taste and digest every inch of your abundant glory

Time is far from the essence

Letters

Those days
We wrote each other letters
From passing notes to
Confessing love

The letters you wrote to me
I kept setting them on fire
As if burning them into ashes
You would be erased

And yet
We still write to each other in dreams
Always in a distance and always in silence
Except when the pen scratching the paper
My heart aches

Kiddies

We had no toys
We had no snacks
We had no schools
We had each other
We had the world

Our favourite was
holding hands
lying by the watermelon field
counting the stars
whispering secrets

till dews covering us
then it’s the sun rays
kissing our apple cheeks

You and I

Caged

She is beautiful!
wearing an indigo aura
velvet moss and lime green coat
carrying an agile fiery tangerine hemline
Her palace cannot contain her magnificence
People from near and afar visiting her
admiring her royal and divine elegance
enchanted by her allure.

She is lonely!
For the pleasure of many
she is destined to the palace
watching the world fading away
grieving her once soaring freedom

Nobody knows her entrapment
Few expressed their fervent love
and went away buried in sorrow
accusing her of cold and aloof

No one knows
she is dying brokenhearted
in desolation..

Perfect moments

Floating on a lilo, squinting to the clouds, day dreaming…

Sinking into the couch, getting lost in a book, coffee brewing…

Curling up on a soft rug, playing my favourite tracks, fire crackling…

Dangling my feet in the water, watching the fishermen, time trickling…

Digging my toes in the sand, breathing in the salty mist, wave crashing…

Leaving everything, rushing into the storm, barefoot running…

Reaching out my hand, smiling at you, a life worth living!

A village saint

I heard him singing again
amongst the birds
in the deep mountains
above the tea plantation.

Papa told me he lost his mind
to a dragon.

I saw him leading the buffalo
down the stream
dragging smoke from a pipe.

I had never waved nor smiled
too scared to lose my mind and
I was five.

Years gone by
I heard him singing no more.

Papa told me
he lost his voice to
the crows.

I watch him
dragging smoke from the pipe
like incense burning

I see angels chanting
paving the way for
resting.

Two as 1

Two acacia birds
two forests
cried out in sorrow.
In the blink of an eye
year of the wool
reunited to
the rattan knitted tree
under the milky way.
Two halves of a heart
two hearts’ desire
as one.
They survey the forest
ahead of the daybreak
nesting in the midst of clouds.
Sun rises, sun sets
their songs
echoing the land
pure as the linen
buries them
as one
when their old age
comes.

Ice n Fire

(Fire and Ice – painting by Michelle Meister )

I am an intense person

in a quiet way,

often you don’t notice

till you are in close contact,

and most people don’t get to that vicinity.

If you are dancing around the edge,

testing the temperature and atmosphere,

Don’t be!

You will get a chill,

feeling alone and morbid.

You will only pierce me with fire and flames,

the same intensity of my ice sculpted palace.

If you are expecting mashmallows, vanilla sky, warm and fussy,

Don’t be!

I am an intense person,

a Rinko waiting for Kūki to

ignite the Lost Paradise!

* A Lost Paradise is 1997 novel by Japanese author Junichi Watanabe.

Today’s News

The news broke out today

you are guilty as hell

The blood bruises boiling up in me sent my stomach to knots

My heart radiating sharp stabbing pain

The vomit choked my windpipe

The flashback was like unleashed wild beasts attacking me

tearing me to shreds

I stumbled out to the back yard

to the tree I buried the trauma

I dug with my bare hands until my nails ripped off

blood meshed into soil

The news broke out today

so as my secret