Cotton candies hung high in the sky
Balancing on our surf boards
we throw our arms in the air
hoping to pull them right down
and taste our childhood again
in this amusement park
floating on a bed of turquoise dreams
Amusement Park
Author: Cassa Bassa
🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊
I Fought for You
I fought for you my little one
When you were too weak to defend yourself
Your future was more precious than my hardship
My love for you surpassed my fear for men
I fought for you my little one
When you looked up to me
I gathered courage to fight for injustice
I stood tall and strong with you behind me
I fought for you my little one
My beloved, when you grow up
You will not give way to fear or tyranny
You will be a man who is truly free
Writer’s notes: This poem is about the Australia State Governments pushed for mandating the experimental covid-19 vaccines in January 2022, and the everyday Australia people rose to fight for their freedom.
Pebbles
Chilly autumn day
on a wet shore
The hard-edged pebbles
underneath my unprepared feet
cripple my steps
Leaning against a rock
I watch you snorkeling
flappers up
diving deep
towards the colourful marine world
where you find joy
and peace
Friendship
We switched off
left the city chaos
drove miles
to share the hope
of a sunrise
We needed a group hug
and the comforting arms
of a rising sun
Retired Boats
We’ve been waiting for
a good day to take the boats out
We’ve been spending our time in waiting for the right moment to have fun
We know it’s silly
But our family thrive on regrets
Joy-kill Reality
Living Poetry April visual prompt
Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind
Is This Art?
I hate my face, but I want a portrait painted. You are the artist, see what you can do. I trust you…
The Love of My Life
It’s my wife’s birthday party tonight. I took a day off to get ready, well, not me getting ready, it’s getting her and the party ready.
I dropped her off at the spa first thing in the morning, then went to pick up the party decorations, then went to the venue and set everything up. It took me four hours to get all that done. The timing was perfect though, just in time to pick her up from the spa. I told her that she looked a million dollars with a facial treatment, manicure and pedicure. Not that I could tell, but she told me enough that I learned to compliment her, one of the secrets of a happy marriage, I guess.
We were hungry so we decided to drive to the sailing club to have lunch since it’s a glorious day. I drove like a mad man in the traffic because there was no other way when you had a hangry wife in the passenger seat.
When we were about twenty metres to the T junction, I spotted a car moving out of the parking spot right in front of the club on the esplanade. I slammed on the accelerator and dashed to take the spot; I was so fixated on the parking spot, my safe driving sense became retarded.
Boom! I went through a red light, and a delivery driver on his bicycle couldn’t break in time and ran into the passenger side of the car. I slammed on the break twice as hard as I slammed on the accelerator.
The seat belt tightly restrained me from going towards the dashboard.
In great panic, I looked through the rear window. The delivery driver got up from the ground, food parcels were all over the pedestrian crossing, his bicycle was bent by the impact. Thank God he looked unharmed.
Then I turned to look at my wife to see if she was ok. She looked at me with scrunched up eyebrows, twitching nose, lips smacked close, then she raised the back of her hands to my nose, and yell,” Look at what you’ve done to my nails!”
I couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable laugh at her serious and pissed off look. That’s her, the love of my life. She cared about the most ridiculous things, even when facing life or death.
The Invisible Thread
Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Thread
Her loved ones and her psychiatrist kept telling her that she lost her baby boy at birth, to be precised, it was a still born.
But she noticed this invisible thread connecting her and her boy like an umbilical cord.
She had heard him cry, coo and breath all time of the day, all days of the week, and all weeks of the year, then it all stopped.
The sense of loss was unbearable for her. Drowning herself with tears and vodka, she had numbed herself to sleep each night for almost three years.
On the twenty-ninth of February, by the Grace of God or by a miracle, she heard her boy again crying, breathing, but this time she also heard him giggling.
The Beautiful Sad Artist
She is
very beautiful
very talented
and very sad
She said
the sadness
gave her inspiration
to create
something beautiful
She made peace
with herself
through art
Flicker of Thoughts 