I am taking some time off posting due to a recent family loss. I still read posts at times but not diligent like I used to. Should get back on track in a little while!
Blessings! Cassa
Reading – God’s Grace
I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.
Reading – Gentle Rain
I decided to do poetry reading of my favourite poems from Hidden in Childhood. Purchase click here.
#songshare – Mr. Blue
We touched like watercolour fawns
In landscapes painted by Cezanne
Like lovers floating painted by Chegall
But you and I were you-I then
We thought the rush would never end
We thought the sky, the sky would never fall
We lived we loved we laughed we cried
We’ll never die, and now I think of you
And I change right into Mr Blue
Instrumental
We lived we loved we laughed we cried
We’ll never die, and now I think of you
And I change right into Mr Blue
You say your lover buys you lace
I say he’s fine, I like his face
I guess you still think love will conquere all
I know, but it’s not what you think
I only hope it stays in sync
I only want, I want to wish you well
We lived we loved we laughed we cried
We’ll never die, and now I think of you
And I change right into Mr Blue
#songshare – Today, Tomorrow
#cassaquote – 45
Be who you are
and leave the world behind.
Be who the world wants you to be
and let wonders pass by.
#publication – Hidden in Childhood
Kite
We had so little
one set of uniform
and a pair of sandals
pencils short like cigarette butts
canvas shoulder bag full of patches
But we had colorful candy wrappers
bamboo sticks and string
to make kites
into a hope filled summer
I still remember him
stick skinny
swimming in this hand-me-down shorts
bare foot skipping on the hot tart road
launched his rainbow kite
into the tangerine sky
We cheered so loud
drown out the sound
of the foraging birds
We had very little
and we had it all
Venture out
Outside
the world looks wonderful
The sun carries no shadow
Beyond the rusted gate
Curiosity meets its fate
Decision
This is written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Mess.
That was probably the hardest video call he had to make, the ambience filled with a sense of dread.
“I decided to take the teaching job offer and stay in Berlin”, he launched straight into it without delaying the blade.
Silence, absolutely silence, then her eyes welled up, then the screen went blank, clearly, she hanged up.
Then the text came, “Obviously, you have made up you mind. I have nothing to say and no strength to fight for us anymore. I wish you all the best and I still love us, but that’s the past .”
After sending the text, she let her tears roll down like a waterfall sitting in the waiting area of the abortion clinic; what was a decision to be made, now is a conclusion.
From the soundbar, Ami Winehouse is singing, “…love is a losing game, one I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made…”
Flicker of Thoughts 