Author: Cassa Bassa

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

Anal-retentive

The Living Poetry prompt – Flustered

3pm is the worst time to start rearranging the pantry

Remove all the bits and pieces

Check expiry date and discard

Clean all shelves inside the panty

Clean pantry doors and frame

Clean all bottles, jars, packets, tins and cans

Recategorise all bits and pieces

Children have just came home from school wanting snacks and drinks among the chaos

Feeling flustered and losing control

My blood is boiling, scalp is heating up

Shouting, “Pack your bags and go back to school!”

Children stop

Then bursting in laughter, “Mum, you are losing it.”

History Will Tell

“People are not what they say but what they do.”

Often our emotions and feelings deceive us. We put our logic aside.

We will be brianwashed if we don’t look beyond the slogans or intentions, to see the proof or evidence.

If we were presented a future but there are no concrete steps on how to get there, it’s merely an illusion. Marketing sells an illusion rather than reality. It’s wise to not fall into the trap.

History will tell.

#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.