There was a time
I only dipped my toes
in shallow waters
to stop myself
going too deep into
despair
Thank God
there were plenty of
such safe places
if only
my will to live
remained on the
surface
Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Narrabeen Lagoon, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia
A peaceful outside world gives the best self reflection
We are at peace with ourselves
World peace is reflected through us
Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Narrabeen Lake, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia
I keep
a patch of springy grass
for you
in delight
next to me
a bed of luscious green
free of brown needle pines
in the shape of a romantic heart
the ocean caresses us
in soft piano key strokes
how about
we pull down the cloud
from the turquoise sky
to shield us from
the sweep of autumn wind
into our sweet concerto of love
When humans invaded nature
all things made ways
to let humans have dominion over them
They hoped at least
some would respect and love them back
Since heavens invaded earth
human spirits have been subjected to gods
Our free will chose the god we serve
We hope at least
one God would love us back
We believe we are more than a thing
Would God consider we are more than human
This little poem is inspired by My Writing Routine by M L Woldman
The sexy therapist suggested me
to masturbate
to be in touch
with myself
I refused
How could you expect
splendid firework
if you wet the fuse
She reminded him of pastel colours
sea green eyes
fresh peachy cheeks
rose petal lips
raspberry kisses
lavender scent
When she was happy
his world was a field of lilacs
When she was annoyed
her kisses tasted lemon
When she was sad
smoke filled their home
Everything about her
was softer
veiled by her gentleness
When she walked out
his trenchant emotions
unleashed
He repainted their story
with a blaze of fire
There is a history underneath my feet.
The forever changing currents try to drown it out.
Her whispers unsteady my footsteps.
The night overstays your company
You know the day will break again
if you refuse
to give yourself away to despair
The lover
who
wraps herself around your throat
digs her claws in your arteries
laughs at your virility
injects lead into your feet
claims you to be hers
while
fails to admit she is the trespasser
Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Collaroy beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia
She greets me with morning mumbles
Before the coffee calls me awake
I wonder if the coffee gets jealous
She barges in to start my day
Flicker of Thoughts 