Month: October 2017

ASPIE-LITERAL

 

(A poem for parents who wonder what some of us spectrumites see in our minds)

 

*scroll down for a YouTube video*

 

Asperger’s

Literal thinking

Go back in time

Decades piled up

Like plastic Legos

Pre-Google

No A to Z Song Lyrics

Rarely bought a record

Or tape or even an

Eight-track

Moody Blues singing

Nights in White Satin

I’m so visual

I sing the song

Along with them

FM radio days

Seeing a knight

Glinting metal armor covered by a

White satiny tunic

Perhaps with a red cross

Like a Knight Templar

(Hmmm, did they even have satin back then?)

Clunking around the castle’s

Cold stone floors

White satin flapping

And I wonder

Why is a knight

In white

The subject of a song?

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: caballeroscuro Knight Templar

 

https://youtu.be/9muzyOd4Lh8  Moody Blues Nights in White Satin

FLAWLESS

 

Not until orchestral tones blend into the clouds

Not until every voice carries across the star-spangled sky

Not until the vivid spectrum of colors bleeds into the horizon

Will I be satisfied that life has reached perfection…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: horizon wallpaper

DISINTEGRATION

STRANGE, WROTE THIS LAST YEAR AND WOKE UP, ONE YEAR LATER, FEELING THE SAME SENSE OF LOSS.  ASTROLOGICAL…?

 

Changing, changing,

Sixth sense sounding

Like a warning siren

Me, like the Earth,

Fracked into fragments

Pieces of ice

Like spilled trays from the freezer

Broken up

Reflecting burning

UV rays from fiery space

Water leaking over

An aging landscape

The elements rebelling

Changing, changing,

Nothing will ever be the same…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Break up of Arctic, Discover Magazine Blog

INSOMNIAC SELF-CONVERSATION

(ANOTHER PIECE OF BLOGETRY)

 

“Dentates masticate”

Says I

Suddenly envisioning

Small frogs

On their backs in boxes

Awaiting Biology students

To make their first Y incision

In High School labs across America

The girly girls ewwwwwwing

But not me

I wanted to see

But I don’t remember

Whether frogs have teeth

Surely,

Studying the digestive system

It would be

Important to know

If they have teeth

Whether digestion begins

In the mouth

So here it is

“X” number of years later

As I toss and turn

In my oh-so-uncomfortable bed

Wondering whether

Frogs have teeth

Because they love dog food

And so I ponder:

Do they chew the crunchy food

Or stereotypically

Shoot out the tongue

And swallow whole

All this can be easily solved

By reaching on my night table

Home of the Smart phone and Kindle

Just a Google away

But no, too easy

Have to imagine scenarios

Why can’t the frogs stay in the swamp

My dogs chase and sometimes catch them

Get poisoned and although I keep down the hysteria

Must spritz hydrogen peroxide through a dropper

To encourage puking

They just won’t learn!!!

I do put away the bowls

Yet, the odd piece of kibble

Escapes under the deck boards

Know what?

I’m bored

Who cares if they have teeth?

Time to sleep…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Frogs like my cat food too

EARTH WHEELS

 

*scroll down for a YouTube video*

 

Suddenly

Whether talking

Writing

Busy

Suddenly feel

The wheels of a train

Rolling under me

Gentle whistle

Bed and pillow under my head

As I rock in rhythm

With the Industrial Age’s

Lines of Ley

Hammered into the earth

Circumnavigating

The continent

Wheels, always wheels

Wearing lines in the Earth

 

Wheels on Earth

In my DNA

Hearing my ancestors

In their rolling wagons

Encouraging the horses

To get to the nearest stream

And I a baby

Rock to the clopping

Rock in rhythm

Wheels, always wheels

Wearing lines in the Earth

 

Was a difficult baby

Per the lore of the past

Wrapped in a blanket

Midnight car rides

Through dimly-lit city streets

Trying to get me to sleep

Wheels, always wheels

Wearing lines in the Earth

 

But I now know

Rocking in rhythm

Is the only way

To get me to stay

Relaxed and asleep

 

No doubt, Earth-bound

No desire, alternatives

 

Planes have wheels

Brief Earth contact

Without wearing deep lines

Mostly,

We hope they don’t rock

 

Boats? They rock, but

No wheels

No Earth

Just lines

Wearing invisibly through water

Scary concept

To leave the Earth

Yet I wonder

Would it work…?

 

YouTube video Dionne Warwick, Trains and Boats and Planes https://youtu.be/yQ-gmK25TDg

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Saint Laurent Stiletto Wheels