Author: Cassa Bassa
🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊
Playlist
– Mark Ruffalo
I accumulated songs spanning across decades to a Cassa’s Faves Spotify playlist. They are songs with lyrics touched my heart. Other than that, I had not done any analysis on the playlist until I came across the Mark Ruffalo quote “You can tell a lot about a person by what’s on their playlist”.
We are who we are both in the sun and in the shadow.
My professional life requires me to be a people person who is supportive, accountable to my work, respecting others and acting with integrity. So I seem to be a real positive person who is full of hope. I will say this is me in the sun.
My playlist is me in the shadow. I am filled with regrets, sadness, missed chances, broken promises and disappointments. When I listen to my playlist, every bit of me mesmerised in the melodies, transfixed in the lyrics, living out my shadow in the open air. They take me to places where I allow the pain to surface, rise and fall, ebb and flow into the inner chamber of my heart so very ever scarred.
I allow my heart to mist my dark eyes, to rain on my soul, to darken my days. The long nights is my companion, the daybreak is my watching angel and the first ray of the sun is my knight.
I am me in the sun and in the shadow in one breath.
Love Is A Losing Game – Amy Winehouse
Quiet Time
This weekend has been planned out to be a busy one with cooking, travelling and loads people contact. However with some magic shuffle, I ended up with a window of quiet evening. I attempted to finish reading a book I was half way through but couldn’t pick it up. Then I attempted to write a poem or two and felt uninspired. The next thing was watching a movie on Netflix but nothing looked interesting. There was a sense of unsettling for me. I felt I needed to sit with my feelings to untangle them. So I sat and played music softly in the background.
I am always grateful for what music gives me when I am exhausted with giving or run out of inspiration. Besides the nature, music is my second go to place for quiet time. I feel that through music, I am able to relate my own feelings to the artist. It is more like the artist reaches me through their music and lyrics. They help me identify my own feelings and emotions. Then what was trapped in my head has an outlet to express. For me, it is usually through writing.
Sitting with my own feelings is never an easy thing to do. With music though, I feel I have a guide and I am never alone.
#songshare – Vincent
Artist’s Outreach
You may see Virginia’s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia Weebly Instagram
Anger
The Living Poetry prompt – Angry
hey
you little spark
I am sorry that
I keep denying you, rejecting you
blaming you for ruining everything
you suffer for my immature behaviour
will you forgive me
Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com
I Run to You
I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.
I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.
Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!
Oil painting by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginia’s paintings via:
Unfailing Heart
her heart endured a lot
it was once
provoked to anger by betrayal
broken as a result of blunt rejection
too tired too weak to respond
bled out to a slow death
and yet
her heart is still
raw
open
fighting
imbued with passion
#songshare – Last Romance
去流逝似金年月
如何令往昔留住
金光裡難在雨中重遇
前塵事倍添凌亂
晴陽升上
斜陽歸去
無論愛是否有緣
茫然在匆匆中打轉
如夢逝去瞬息萬變
心一片仍在嘆息懷念
仍然望往昔重現
無言的你無言的我
流逝去是苦與甜
模糊是當天一張臉
變得難辦
只有一片愁凝在臉
斜陽歸去
無論愛是否有緣
茫然在匆匆中打轉
變得難辦
只有一片愁凝在臉
Hollow
The day you packed your bag
You took away my freedom to breathe
The spring bouquet smells anosmic in shades of grey
Turning my face to the sun takes me a morning of energy
The afternoon is occupied by staring at
the morning coffee stain on my t-shirt you once wore
You left me with a lone pathetic shell in zombie distain
Flicker of Thoughts 