Author: Cassa Bassa

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

#cassaquote – 52

If I am asked to explain myself to you,

you don’t know me as much as you thought.

Pointless On Point

Poetry is a redundant trade.

Freedom of speech is a lost expression.

Little do I have to say.

Silence is my every word in protest.

Silhouette

I had no idea till you told me that you had cried for over a year for the filth and shame happened in the old house which was covered in ivies.

I had no idea till you told me that you decided to break the silence because you couldn’t bear to see your son withering away with collapsed veins.

I had no idea till you told me about the sin and crime committed for three generations still robbing you and your children of a chance of peace.

I had no idea…

Now I understand why you appeared to be over sensitive, defensive, jumpy and sad all at the same time.

Now I understand why every time I saw you off, your silhouette in the street light is always frail and heavy laden.

Now I understand.

*This piece is written based on The Living Poetry prompt word – Silhouette

#cassaquote – 51

Leaving means I love you, but I love myself more.

清明

春天
我踩着绒雨
向山里走去
脚下的黄泥
混着树的翠绿
沉淀着天的灰蓝
故人的墓地
栖息在满地的黄菜花
我舍不得扒开
这么娇美的装饰
就如你出嫁时的抚媚
你洞房的红烛还在弦乐舞蹈
我按住竹篮里的沉檀香和衣纸
害怕美好的回忆被打扰
更怕我的眼泪勾出安息的你

In spring,
I walked on the velvety rain and headed for the mountains.
The yellow mud under my feet mixed with the green of the trees and the gray-blue of the sky.
The grave of an old friend was covered with yellow flowers.
I couldn’t bear to tear them apart.
Such a beautiful decoration reminded me of your wedding day.
The red candles in your bridal chamber were still dancing with string music.
I pressed the sandalwood incense  in the bamboo basket.
I was afraid that the beautiful memories would be disturbed.
I was even more afraid that my tears would evoke you who was resting in peace.

Numbered

Magnolias broke out at below zero, blushed, hung on naked branches.

For one long year, half heartedly, I accepted defeat over the quarter you bet wearing a devilish grin.

With satisfaction, you drew an infinity on my wrist with wet finger, marked the beginning of a decade’s promises.

A dozen yellow roses wilted on the teak table where conversations, laughter and passion are still lingering.

The bare magnolia tree, shamefully, stretches out towards the winter sun.

#cassaquote – 50

They made history relevant by graffiti on heritage walls.

Struggle No End

I wanted to work
I really did
Earning a living
Putting bread on table
I desired to work

I turned up for my new job
At lunch time
I got nervous
Eating two pieces of white bread
With butter and jam

The last straw
Was by the watercooler
They asked about my recent holiday
I freaked out
Sweating profusely
Embarrassed
I fled the building

I wanted to work
I really did
I tried and tried
Still failed the 7th time

Sitting on my porch
Pating my dog
She will be due soon
I desire to work
To feed her and her cute puppies
I really do

Secret Garden

This piece of writing is in response to Denise’s six sentence story prompt word – Dream.

I want to ride a cloud to your bedside
and make it into a silky soft pillow
for your overthinking head to rest on.
I want to sing love songs into your dream
of thousands of sunflowers in Tuscany.

In response, you flicker your sickle moon lashes,
mumbling an affectionate language only we know.
Even the nightingale stops singing and listen.
Touch-me-nots open without shame
waiting to hear the interpretation.
The secret garden comes alive.