
Poem by Cassa Bassa
Who does grass
more justice than him
We all casually think
they are green
Under Vincent’s brush
they are fireworks
hidden in plain shells
In vibrant hues
and starbursts
we are awestruck
by his aesthetic launch
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I remember those fun beach afternoons
We bathed in the gossamer autumn sun
Daddy’s shoulders were the mountains we climbed
Mummy’s arms were the swing we clung to
The secluded Clovelly echoed the wonderful childhood
which we locked away in our fond memory
Painting by Virginia Bucknell
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looking out the train window
I feel the same rush of time and space
wheaten open plains move like weeping willows in the wind
lines of oil rich Eucalyptus trees casting elongated shadows on the land
the blue haze mountain backdrop vanishes into the distant clouds
they charge all at once to meet my eyes
too overwhelmed to take them in frame by frame
I feel the sudden nostalgia of old black and white flicks
Painting by Virginia Bucknell
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it is the rest period of the day without noisy food fight
the tide takes away young crabs and small fish
the gulls know of their faithful return tomorrow
one sings, another cruises, and the other grooms,
so relaxing and carefree
they are satisfied with today’s offering
thriving in a densely packed colony
Painting by Virginia Bucknell
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tread upon unknown ground
where thorn never grows
and the thistle never springs up
my instinct tells me
to follow the guiding light
narrow is the way to paradise
Painting by Virginia Bucknell
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I have never met you,
and yet you know me.
I can’t help but move closer.
I have spent all my life
to build this facade
for the world to see.
How come you see my anima?
My inner child runs to you.
Do I know you?
Why do you feel like home to me?
I love you!
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the city never sleeps
last night’s vibrancy
lingers around the morning twilight
flows into a new day’s excitement
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This poem is based on the Dreamtime Story of the Waratah
you were once white and wild
until the hawk attacked the wonga pigeon
the weak one bled on your pure form
you took on the violent crimson
guarded by razored leaves and long sword stem
today
you are a domestic icon
well known in every household
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