Nude Sketch

I practice pencil drawing as a hobby with no real foundational skills. This is about friendship with fellow blogger Rob from Friends without Borders instead of showcasing my art work.

I did this sketch based on a picture Rob provided to me. It took me almost a year to complete it. It’s not because I am a slow sketcher. It’s because a life event stopped the project for over ten months. I was glad that I completed (the best I can) by the end of 2023.

Thank my friendship with Rob!

Blue and White Porcelain

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
You made evey floral print dress
Look beautiful

Remember my wardrobe was filled
With black, white, cream and grey
You gifted me
Floral print scarves
Van Gogh’s sunflowers
And almond blossoms

Now I wear floral print dresses
In memory of you
And our friendship

The blue and white porcelain
Reminds me of your eyes
Long shut into your rest

Road Trip

The happy sun, the story telling clouds, the birth pain pink sky were inspiring.

Landscapes pulled me over with their outstretched arms along the highway. I read my book by the cows and sheep sharing their green pasture; I drank by the brooke with rainbow lorikeets; I hid from the storm under sugarcane plantation; I yarned with the locals at the grocery store.

The smell of the artificial ocean air refresher, dark roast coffee, MacDonald’s Happy Meal in the car brought me back to reality.

A road trip made my mind escape into the world outside the car window, some real, some imaginery, the rest was just an uninspired poet trying to make the most of a recent event.

Stormy clouds over Park Beach, Coffs Harbour

Merry Christmas

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Poverty Doesn’t Discriminate

I read your application
Of a scholarship
You said
The scholarship
Would help you
Get new stationery
You said
You long to have
New pencils

I remember
In grade school
I wrapped paper
Around pencil stubs
To make them last longer

That’s four decades ago
In China
Back then
A third world country

We are in 2023
You are in Australia
Facing the same poverty
I can’t help
But cry

Time Apart

The space between us
Allows
Anger to be exhausted
Resentment to be overdone
Sadness to be evaporised
Memory to be filtered
And love to return

Uninspired

The nib is dry
Scratches through
Paper thin motivation
Leaving incoherent words

Suddent Panic

今天
我突然
心惊
在想
如果
我死了
你不知道
怎么办

后来
我想了想
觉得
没事
反正
我现在
生活得
怎样
你也是
不知道

Suddenly
I
Panic
Thinking
What if
I don’t know
About your passing

Then
I
Shrug
Realising
Nowadays
I don’t know
Anything about you
Anyway

Book Launch

Virginia Bucknell and Cassa Bassa Book Launch 7 December.

Virginia and I are having our book launch for “A Collection of Poetry and Paintings” next month in a local library. And our book will go into the library catalogue. We are both very excited.

Photo at the book pre-launch sale.