Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Dressing a Wound

Facing a raw wide open wound

I have no magic hands to heal

All that I have I give to dress the wound

in due time

it heals with its own stamina.

Flowing from a pure heart

dripping kind intended words

washing mud, dust and grime

or anything irritating, infecting or scaring

placing tender loving caring gauze

covering with a prayer of blessing

May your wound be healed

with the little persistent gesture I express

I am no nurse no carer

I am a stranger in the cyber space

Only my soul sees your pain and tear

All that I have I give to dress your wound

Insomnia

 

Cardboard head, that’s the effect you have on me

Cardboard head, that’s the outcome of your torment

The muffling in my brain

The flattening of my occipital bone

The iron board pillow

The tree bark pillow case

The coffin bed

Cardboard head, that’s the punishment you delivered

I rather you punched me in the gut

That way, at least I vomited blood

And I know I am alive.

If I were alive, I would have persecuted you

I would have revenged by snoring,

while laughing in victory.

I would have shouted…

‘Ha! I beat you Insomnia!’

A Kiss

( Last Kiss – painting by Leonid )

Running my finger tip from

your nose, philtrum

Landed on your lips

like a cross

zapped your urge to be funny

Sealing your lips with unspoken words

more gratifying than honey…

My Favourite Poem

Watch “IF, Rudyard Kipling’s poem, recited by Sir Michael Caine” on YouTube

Run! Run!

( Image from gottfriendberlin.com )

Running…running…

look at the dancing flames though my eyes and

Stop!

Instead, lay bare and open before my eyes

waiting for my gaze

I fix my eyes to your vulnerability in

absolute stillness

I caress every bit of you with my glance

your body temperature is elevating under my viewing

and your being is raising to salute

Run! Run!

Run before I devour you with passion…

A Psalm

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Today I sing a love song to you my most intimate friend
You stretched out your hands to me in my distress
You embraced me with warmth and comfort

When I was stuck in my misery, drenched in my sorrow
you came from heaven and met me where I was

You are the most high and yet you came on earth to my rescue
I love you my friend! You are worthy

Fineline

There is a fine line between:

A champion and who is motivated by the joy of the journey

A clown and who tastes only pain

A craftsman and who understands his limitation to perfection

A daydreamer and who follows the dream

A giver and who also counts receiving as a blessing

A leader and who leads by serving

A performer and who sees through the performance

A providers and who leans on God’s provision

A thinker and who advances the idea

Time

( Imagine from teemit.com )

What is forever?

What is now?

Travelled a life time to this moment

In eternity,

there is no time.

 

Wanderlust

( Image from wpmisc.com )

A fragile dandelion

carried by the wind

with broken wings

wandering off to the end of the horizon

the pain in her only heals by wanderlust

In my waking moments

I long for another glimpse of her

By night

My soul sings to the edge of the sea

Oh my little fragile dandelion!

蒲公英
吹了
散了
漫遍天涯
无处不安家
每次遇见
蒲公英
都会想起他(她)
无处不在
浪迹天涯

Naughty little secret

( Image from medium.com )

I am your naughty little secret

only comes alive at night

you watch me dancing in the dark

delete after each show

I only hide in the cloud

every now and then

I surprise you with a peek-a-boo

holding our secret close

我是你的秘密
悄悄埋在夜里
偷窥后要删除
调皮躲在云里
不时露出惊讶
慌心诚守秘密