I remember
You said
We would argue in poetry
The same way
We would show love in poems
All these years
I keep writing
Because
I haven’t stopped
Loving you
Author: Cassa Bassa
🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊
Hello Autumn
Yesterday was the hottest day in summer
Like a lover fighting for their relationship
Refusing to breakup
Today is the first day of autumn
Inevitably, unapologetically
Leaving behind the passionate, hot and steamy season
Que sera sera
What does he look like
When will I see him
Where will we meet
How am I gonna react
Why hasn’t he shown up
What if the he is just an illusion
This is written based on The Living Poetry word prompt – Questions.
Waiting
I spend every spare moment
In the warm days
by the ocean
Convince my heart
To stop waiting for you
To read me poetry
By the fireplace
Memory
It was your birthday yesterday
We would have popped a bottle of bubbly
To toast to your ageless beauty
And our friendship
I would have gifted you a big bunch of sunflowers
We would have laughed the infectious laughter
And giggled to some lame jokes
Or neither of us remembered the punch line
I miss you
And the days I’ll never have
With you
In my life
Celebration Fatigue
The Six Sentence Story prompt – Heart
Christmas decorations were up in late October all over shopping malls.
Friends end of year gatherings started in November.
Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing day were filled with the Christmas spirit. 🎄 🎁🙏
Fireworks and more eating on New Year’s eve, recovery on New Year’s Day, 🎆 soldiering on cooking BBQ on Australia Day. 🦘 🌏
Lunar New Year 🐉 is even bigger than all the precious events because it goes on for fifteen days.
By the time Valentine’s Day arrives, my heart and soul go “Meh”. 💐💞🤷
Action Says It All
He is a pragmatic man with few words
He’ll do anything to make her smile
Acting like a clown and telling hilarious jokes
Serving her breakfast in bed or a cup of tea when she is sad
Installing a hammock by the firepit for her home winter retreat
Building a zen pond and filling it with waterlilies and fish to cure her homesickness
Moving country to support her career
There is nothing he won’t do to make her happy
He is a pragmatic man with few words
My Beloved Past
Dear Heart: Expressions from within
How frightened were you when you witnessed your protectors’ laying hands on each other? How helpless were you when you realised you couldn’t defend grandma from grandpa’s beating? How scared were you when your friends were punched and robbed right before your eyes? Violence made you timid and quiet, and your screams came out in all the wrong places. You walked with a hunched back as a teenager because of the weight of suffering in silence.
You loved strangers, they posed less threats than people who were close to you. You preferred distance than intimacy. You felt safe with your loved ones when there was a wall between you. You dared not to let them into your heart otherwise they would break into pieces as history had proven itself. You were filled with longing and yet so alone.
I know you danced alone, sang alone and cried alone. I know the trees knew your sorrow, the river carried your sadness, and the sky held your secrets. Before you met your Maker, you gained life from your Maker’s creation. The wind raised you to be strong as a tree; the rain nourished you to be healthy as a flower; the sun shined upon you to be blessed as the favourite one.
It was your Maker who loved you and granted you the ability to love. You were held by your Maker’s hand and travelled back to those violent memories. You no longer faced them alone with weak knees, instead, you rose in your Master’s strength, with humility and compassion. You came to understand that violence was the outwork of human’s corruption, and there was nothing you did to cause that. You were created in your Master’s image, pure and blameless.
There is so much I want to say to you. There is so much absence I want to make up for. There is so much love I want to express. And yet, without all these, you stand tall and beautiful. What’s there left for me to say except ‘I am so proud of you.’?
Thank you for your existence. Thank you for reuniting with me. Thank you for making us whole again.
Love Always,
Now
Support
When you are hurting
I want to be your pillow on the starless and sleepless night
Soft, quiet and ready for hugs
信箱钥匙
信箱里堆满了被遗忘的记忆
垃圾广告埋藏着真爱的信笺
钥匙翻涛在漫无目的的云海
不忍心打开堆积情感的遗憾
The Letter Box Key
The mailbox is full of forgotten memories
Junk ads hide the letter of true love
The key tossing in the aimless sea of clouds
I can’t bear to open up the regrets of accumulated emotions
Flicker of Thoughts 