“HOLLIS BROWN LIVED ON THE OUTSIDE OF TOWN”

*Scroll down for a YouTube video

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Ashamed to say

I was one of those kids

Booing Bob Dylan

When he played his

Electric guitar

At a concert or Folk Festival

But see

He not only created a mood

But he made himself a model

For the Baby Boomer generation

With his acoustic guitar

And thrift store jeans & jacket

And words we’d never heard

Or read in a history book

So it was like meeting Dylan

And his wife Acoustic

We were best friends

But then he divorced her

Showed up at the house

With this trophy wife

Called Electric

And expected us to forget

About our old friend

And accept this new one

And some of us just weren’t

Going to have her in our own homes

I mean, can you imagine her singing

The edgy Ballad of Hollis Brown

In crackling electric?

No sound of fingers

Ferociously pressing frets

How do you build a mood

How do we see and hear

What Dylan did playing his

Lovely wife Acoustic?

But like divorced couples everywhere

We eventually split

Some admire Dylan so much

As did I

And we accepted the new wife Electric

And some didn’t

But if I was stuck on a deserted island

With an old record player

(And a source of electricity to plug it in)

Could pick two of his albums

No contest

Would be those early acoustic albums

The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

And The Times They Are A Changin’

I guess that’s what he really meant

Time doesn’t stand still

Ever…

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© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My Acoustic & Sons’ Electric

*YouTube Video Ballad of Hollis Brown

SCATTERED CLOUDS

Jackson Pollock painting

In white and blue

Snow losing its way

Without a clue

Doves from a magician’s hat

Flapped wings and flew

Wind did a sneeze and clouds

Scattered and grew

Before looking down

I suddenly knew

Seeing runic words

On ripped paper you drew

Recognized your handwriting

Merely Odin passing through

Learning Runic truths

On the World Tree you hung askew

Now you impart the secrets of life

Impossible from my angle of view

Wished-for fishing net appears

And I gather the cloudy stew

Fit them all together

A jigsaw of words to review

Some runes I recognize

They ring so very true:

Do unto others

As you want them to do to you…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Scattered Clouds 2023

FATE HEALING

Mythology of ancient Greece

Created the Moirai

The Three Fates

Made to ensure that

The gods and mortals

Would live out their destiny

According to the laws of the Universe

Clotho the spinner

Lachesis the allotter

Atropos the unturnable

Working her well-oiled scissors

Snipping the thread

Separating souls from their

Life-long fate

Linnaeus, perhaps,

Father of binomial nomenclature

Designated the poisonous herb

Member of the Deadly Nightshade family

Belladonna

A warning that Atropa Belladonna

Is a deadly venom

But Samuel Hahnemann

Father of homeopathy

Believing like cures like

Saw past the dreaded name

Potentiating Belladonna

Into a miracle drug for some

So whether it is a migraine

Or vertigo

Or trigeminal neuralgia

I place 5 tiny pellets

Sublingually

And like magic

I am cured, restored

Hmmm…

A cousin of the tomato

Must eat more

Atropa Belladonna…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Atropa Belladonna

MULBERRY KISS

No memory of that night

Dark dawn saw

A platinum curl

Knotted into a braid

Furiously worked at untangling

Wanted to smooth it out

Banish you from my once-delight

Held scissors to it

But couldn’t cut

Perhaps a reminder was needed

No more, I repeated,

A mistake with you

Walking among the trees

Leaves caught in my hair

Mirror reflecting my dread

Something pink peeking through

The snarl on my head

Mulberry kiss…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Mulberry captured by my hair

DOOMSDAY

Love clocks

Don’t collect them but

Obsessed by time

So, ok, today

The Atomic Scientists

Moved the Doomsday Clock

From 100 seconds to

90 seconds

To apocalypse

Leap of faith to believe

Though I do know

Fracking, climate change, and

Pandemics

Stress the Earth

And its inhabitants

But hey,

Isn’t this familiar

Similar

To the Mayan Calendar

And Nostradamus predictions…?

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

P IMAGE:  Doomsday Clock 90 seconds, South China Morning Post

SHIFTING

The days of Black & White TV

Of world’s greatest music and poetry

Always a shadow man but sensed you there

And finally you crossed the border

Shape-shifting across time and space

That border between unreality and physicality

You suddenly appeared

Here…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Border Boardwalk

NEW BOOK 2023

WISHING YOU ALL A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR! HERE IS MY KINDLE COPY (PAPERBACK IN A FEW WEEKS) ALTHOUGH YOU, MY FOLLOWERS, HAVE PROBABLY READ THE POETRY WITHIN. HOPING TO HAVE MORE TIME TO READ YOUR WONDERFUL WORKS NOW THAT I’M FINISHED WRITING…

PROTECTING LOVE

Wisely ward your little world

Dumping the proper ingredients

Into the cauldron

Chanting the heartfelt words of 

Invented protection spells

For those we love

But ultimately

No matter how true our beliefs

There is no guarantee

Safety will be granted

We just must believe that

Hope

Will save us all…

❤ ❤ ❤

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Cauldron of Hope

A NEW YEAR’S WISH FOR 2023

Krakens and Ravens and feathers and charms

Homemade holy water for backyard farms

Long ago stirred cauldrons for world harmony

Now it’s for healthful serenity

Into the aethers I send my song

Chords blanketing us, what could be wrong?

Bones and tones and colorful smoke

World filled with strong and erect folk

Whatever you believe for enhancing the days

Share with the moon and sun’s healing rays

Sing it, strum it, drum it too

Use prayer or science or loving Hoodoo

Elemental love of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water

We are the universe’s sons and daughters

Heal…heal…heal…

☼ ☼ ☼

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: New Year 2023

BRRRR…..

Santa’s sleigh will slide and slip

Heading for the Florida airstrip

Sunshine State is sure to freeze

No snowplows, salt, or chains to please

No central heat for warmth and peace

No winter coats, just hoodie fleece

Yet I feel the excitement of winter’s wassail

And welcome the cold and holiday mail

So now as the wind does blow

I dream of dancing through the snow

Happy, Healthy & Fun Holidays to you and yours!

© 2022 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Weather.gov for Florida/My Holiday Nook 2022