Who endures more

the cold and lonesome train track
lies in wait for her lovers
only to pass by
no tears no aches
for a steel and iron heart
just allowing them
to trample all over her
gone and returned
again and again
the wear and tear on them
always
the train wrecks
the track lies in wait
as always
without a heartbeat

The river springs to the east

How I wish
love is like catching the subway
There is always a next one when you miss this one
The in between time is perfect for adjusting the mood
without overthinking who is to be blamed
But we all know too well
lost love is like a river springs to the east
we can never quite stop the flow of sorrow
until it floods our sleepless nights

 

如果感情象乘地铁那样多好
错过了一趟可以赶乘下一趟
之间可以收拾情绪做好准备
不用守株待兔那样傻傻地等
可惜感情却如一江东流春水
愁绪滔滔不绝浸湿无眠之夜

Poetry Submission Open @ Raw Earth Ink

Poetry Submission Open

Submissions are open for the Poetry Anthology “The Poets Symphony” till 31 January 2020.

Some of you may not blog for publishing, me included. But hey! It is about likeminded people working on a worthwhile literature project.

I have submitted a couple pieces, whether they get published or not, I had so much fun and enthusiasm in creating them.

with love and respect,

Cassa Bassa

Numbness

The Living Poetry Prompt

 

I’ve done my neck in
too much jigsaw puzzling it seems
The agony doesn’t stop me
you know
the holiday commitments
the cook, the chauffeur, the cleaning lady

Mild pain killers
barely scratches the surface
of an acute nerve pain
I am on edge with a contorted face
matching the crooked spine

The kids have been splashing in the pool
for hours
Guests start waking up
from the lunch coma
The late afternoon sun
mellows to a warm glow

It seems to be fitting
to play cafe del mar
while
I am making caipiroska cocktails
tasting is a must
for an amateur bartender
It takes at least three
to make the fourth one perfect

Everybody loves their drink
is it their smile
or the festival spirit
I am floating
without pain

I finally can see my life again
playing in slow motion
My heart rate slows down
My neck is no longer stiff
The music is fading into the household noise
The guests are happy I guess
their faces are blooming
Me?
I am ok I guess
in such pain free numbness
How else can it be?

2019

2019 has been a year of grief and loss. Forever is a word I shiver on when I hear it because I experienced the fragility of life.

Time is the greatest healer. Most of the time I feel I am healed until I broke down in tears when:
drove auto pilot to my old house which is no longer mine;
caught myself forgetting to revert to my maiden name;
had the urge to share news with my best friend whose voice I no longer hear;
curled up in bed where my cat once cosily slept.

Then I come here to WordPress, a place I found many sad people come and celebrate being sad. This community has been helping me through my grief and loss. My load is shared, my sadness is heard, my heart is touched. I am accepted and good enough.

It is through trials and tribulations, God’s grace comes through. I have found hope in a hopeless state; I have formed deep friendship in a desolate place; I have found love with a wounded heart. So in the end, it is all worth it.

Although suffering is very much a lonely thing to endure, life indeed is a journey better to journey with others than alone.

My special thanks go to the following fellow bloggers. You have all brought positivity into my life and enriched my creativity.

with love and respect,

Cassa Bassa

Go figure

Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Narrabeen beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia

Cobra

Tonight the moonlight is fatal
your ivory teeth run along my spine
causing ripples to my cool belly
I crawl up along the ivy vine
drink from the marble fountain
your sweet whispering words
are the antidote to my venom

A Cold Christmas Day Down Under

Christmas, to me
is our big brother’s birthday
never about plastic trees
bling bling lights
or boxed presents
until this Christmas
in a land far away
you and you and you
are my love ones
I cannot smell the Christmas ham you cook
you cannot hear the carols I play

It saddens me
not to see the excitement of opening presents
not to see the Christmas tree twinkles
not to have a family meal with over sized
of everything being served
without you and you and you
I feel a little cold even
in the southern hemisphere
on Christmas Day