#cassaquote – 40
Tag: life
桑树下的恋人 Under the Mulberry Tree
记得那年仲夏的傍晚
漫天的青绿彩云见证
桑树下我们互相许愿
我们的爱情果实累累
如今我独自旧地重游
透熟的桑果额前嘲讽
三十来年的果盛果落
黑发的恋人如今鬓白
我们的爱情早已消失
如桑果从纯白到紫黑
Remember that summer evening
under the mulberry tree
sky full of green and cyan clouds
witnessed our pledge of love
would be like the ripen mulberries
Now I am revisiting the scene alone
the heavy mulberries dangling on my forehead
laughing at my naiveté
We were once young and pure
three decades of success and failure
we are now with silvery temples
our love had long been bruised
like the dark purple mulberries
A Dead End
He keeps packing, travelling, working,
never ending
He is afraid to stop becuase he has a home no more
The lonely journey on the road is way better than the one he endures in life
In the end, he will die a workaholic with no family to feed
That to him, it’s still better than a lone man with no one to bury him
Departure
Go Dog Go Cafe writing prompt – write a poem starts with “before this moment’
Before this moment
Moment was just a string of bubbles
threaded by time
Time in essence was an illusion of endless future
Future ceased to exist just before this moment
The Effervescent Bunch
The Six Sentence Story word prompt – Effectvescent
We are the middle aged youth who are energetic and effervescent.
We take life’s crisis head-on without whinging or whining.
We have enough discernment to choose which battle to fight.
We see wisdom in both the young and the old.
We learned to count our blessings than troubles.
We taste the goodness of life in the most ordinary way.
Prism
he is trapped in a hexagonal prism
it’s not obvious as a hamster wheel
he thinks he is going somewhere
for it stops and starts
at the edges
he wonders
why
he is tired of going uphill
why
he feels nothing at the peak
why
his tomorrow feels just like
yesterday’s old socks
he is trapped to live his life
through the prism of
what he lacks
Birds and You
I love the quiet
But I prefer birds sing
I am tired of listening to people
But your speaking makes me happy
Someone is so full of enthusiasm
It isn’t what I am used to
Someone is so full of life
It is what my heart desires
How satisfying
A life filled with birds singing
And you
Old Pair of Hands
Her hands
traveled a great distance in time
from her mother’s nourishing bosoms
led by her father’s sturdy palms
Her hands
was given away to a trustworthy man
whose gentle touch unlocked her heart
overflown with joy
Her hands
were latched on by tiny fingers
fragile and angelic
never ever letting go
Her hands
traveled afar in the land
from the touch of life giving soil and rain
to the production line and paperwork
the wrinkles told of her life long hard work
the sun spots apprised her of a blessed long life
Resting
You are remembered on earth here
where the land meets the sea
Your ashes and bones vibrated
by the waves battering the rocks
unending
and yet
you are begging for more
to remind you that
your life is ongoing
after its last breath
till the ocean erodes the land
You go under the water
and be free
Photos by Cassa Bassa, Waverly cemetery, Bondi beach, Sydney, Australia
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I don’t know what to do
except sobbing with you.
I would love to give you the world
God has intended for you.
But I have found myself
standing in a place
living the wrong life
or
I am taking up a heart’s space
by being in the wrong time.
