My Annual Sorta-Kinda Equinox Poem (revised)


(scroll down for a youtube video)


Not a good idea to mention this

Coming from South Philly and all

But I wasn’t part of the Sinatra cult

Even though my mother said

The only time she ever cut school

Was to see him sing in those swinging 40s

In any event, he does have some okay songs

One of those is “It Was A Very Good Year”

(D Minor, 1965, is his version per Wikipedia)

Loved that song although

Odd, since the lyrics were not “relevant” like Dylan’s

And those of other beloved folksingers

Maybe I was young but

Couldn’t stop the melancholy looping

About being in the autumn of his life

Didn’t even know the meaning of “dregs” back then

No Google, but we did have dictionaries


Anyway, here it is

Autumn Equinox

Day and Night Equal

But the harvesting of crops

Or dreams or just general

Digging in for the winter

Signals the beginning of the end

And now instead of being Seventeen

I’m trying to think of my life

As “vintage wine from fine old kegs”

But it’s not happening

I’ve worked at it being healthy,

Life more like Dandelion wine

Little bit of a buzz

Lots of bitterness from picking the wrong weeds

But once in a while

It tasted like spring

No matter the season

I’d love to tell younger people

To try to slow down and enjoy life

But I didn’t listen when young

I screamed about mistrusting anyone over thirty

(OMG, what a wild time!)


Equinoxes, Solstices

The sun will insist that we do a self-examination

No matter our age

But dang! Turned this into another aging poem

(My poems often write themselves)

Not surprising, though

Like the Solar Year

I’m aging

Question is,

Will I return


As the year so predictably does?

Should have reblogged my annual Autumn Equinox one

It’s a bit more upbeat…

Well, here’s Frankie for your listening pleasure (or not):


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: September Harvest Moon, hpwallpaperpc.com


https://youtu.be/-bhNz6saaE8  Very Good Year, Frank Sinatra



  1. Great poem, Clarissa. I always despised Sinatra – total fake. There’s something deeply sick about “artists” who prostitute themselves to the System; who get rich, safe, comfortable from selling themselves, their gift (real or pretend) to those who buy for the show. Quote from Google search: “Frank Sinatra did not compose music but he did participate in the writing of a couple of songs on which he actually gets a writing credit, like This Love of Mine and I’m a Fool To Want You. … He also commissioned songwriters and lyricists, like Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen, to write new songs for him.” So he did not compose his music and made a career and reputation as a singer while participating in the writing of only 2 songs. That’s pathetic. Same goes for Elvis, whom I equally despise as a total fake: Quote: “He was never a songwriter. He received songwriting credit on a few songs but they were all tracks that he was given co-writing credit on as part of a deal struck by his manager.” Everything about the popular America, it seems, ends up being a lie.

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    1. I guess fans are complicit in that lie. To me, now that I’m “composing” chords to my poems, I see that it is incredibly difficult and requires a huge amount of talent. I suppose singers, claiming credit in the writing, are like actors claiming credit as a director. We should all stick to what we do best, I agree with that, even if it’s “only” singing or playing an instrument or scrawling whatever sounds good at the moment. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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      1. I don’t always comment, but I read everything you write. Some of them, well, it’s like grabbing for a handful of smoke. Those I think about for a while, having nothing to comment on. Once in a while though, you’re not just a face in the bus window; we meet at the intersection. That’s what I look for.

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    2. Same with your work, Sha”Tara. You’re eons above me in deepness and your ideas require a lot of thought. Like you, I don’t often comment but I do read everything you write. My “smart” phone is not so high on the IQ scale so often have problems even clicking “like” but I’m liking! 🙂

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  2. I get the aging poems, Clarissa. Most of mine anymore touch on it–or downright wallow in it. But I suppose we write what’s in our hearts, and I think that’s all well and good.
    Like you, I’m not a Sinatra fan, but it seems as if all people have a special place in their hearts for the music they listened to growing up, and that’s all well and good also.
    And kids (and a lot of adults) can’t pull their head out of their phone for anyone or anything. They’re going to grow up socially inept and emotionally stunted. And that’s sad.

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    1. I know what you’re saying, Cathy, but as I look around at the world today, I wonder if our children (whose heads are stuck in the phones) are maybe reacting to the way the world is, a scary place with everyday terrorism in some spots. Perhaps they are evolving in a different way than we did because it is a new way for survival. I’m so glad I grew up kind of innocent with great music and nature still being a friend, rather than an adversary. But then, I remember adults in our lives who felt that boys with long hair, or girls running around half naked, were the downfall of our country 😀

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      1. Yes, every generation has always though the younger generation were going to hell in a hand basket. That’s why I hold out hope that our children and grandchildren will be okay…just different. And being different doesn’t always equate with being wrong.

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  3. A lot to think about Clarissa 💙 and I noticed you have the eternity thread in a couple of other pieces, very enjoyable. I like the way you juxtapose past, present, and future, and for me, your taste of spring is very real. I think it’s enough, it’s all we get.

    My general inconstant light theory about the world is that the truth is in fact usually complicated, with some light in the darkness and some darkness in the light. In the arts in general, there are many great works produced by artists whose views and actions were pretty despicable. Is it okay to listen to/look at/read them? I think so, it doesn’t mean we’re approving of their personal behavior, and why let a taste of spring slip by? 😀

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    1. Thank you, Steve! And you’re so right. I’m having a problem with Pink Floyd right now. Why start spewing hatred this late in their career? I don’t mind performers who have always been political, but now, every time I hear The Wall or Wish You Were Here, I think about their somewhat reverse discrimination comments and can’t finish listening. Well, anyway, I guess I make exceptions for others and in time, may make one for them 🙂

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  4. ” So he did not compose his music and made a calling and reputation as a vocalist while participating in the piece of writing of only 2 songs.
    Like you, I’m not a Sinatra lover, but it seems as if all people deliver a especial(a) place in their hearts for the music they listened to growing up, and that’s all well and unspoiled also.

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