Month: December 2017

FIRST MEETING

 

Bestowing quirkiness
Should I show my best?
Try to impress?
Your face reveals
Flickers of annoyance
Boredom
Yet can’t stop
Self-putdowns
Weight, wrinkles
Evanescing clown
Embarrassed
Look at my lap
Hearing your sigh
I mustn’t cry
But then you say
Now that your self-negativity
Is swept away
We can be ourselves
I’m part of your tribe
Whatever the experts think
Caused our different social vibe
Let’s compare creative moments
Occurring every day
What thoughts you bring
To first light of morning
How to deal with chores
Interrupting the lures of fun
And I smile
Looking you full in the eyes
Knowing now you won’t spout lies
Or serve warmed-over pity
Just willingness to share
How witty
You can be
Expecting me
To respond in kind
Truly interested in my mind
No worry about words shallow
Like one so callow
Both our hearts aligned…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens
IMAGE: flamingos in swamp palm tree

MUSIC ROOM

 

When we met
Couple of decades ago
Heard you play guitar
At flea market bazaars
But you’d never buy one
You’d left your childhood
Garage band
Because your
Stairway to Heaven
Didn’t sound like
Zeppelin’s
Stairway to Heaven
And you never played again

Radio music interim
Interspersed with
MP3 tunes
Did their job
Kept me sane

Then two years ago
Thanks to internet window shopping
Bought a soprano ukulele
With a how-to book
For thirty dollars
And although I couldn’t decipher
Musical notes
Chords enabled this wannabe
To play amid laughter and joy

You listened for two years
And finally picked up the baritone
Tuned like guitar
Playing like a rock star

Love the ambience
Music frequently welcomes
Dawn
Often lullaby away those
Sleepless nights
Most of all
What fun to play together
Voices gritted with age
You picking with a hint of flamenco
Me strumming with a campfire aroma

And although we will never
Be what we were
To each other
All those years ago
It’s a functional way
To segue
Into old age
Making what we believe
Is beautiful music
Together…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Guitar & Ukulele in the backyard

OVERDRAWN

 

Ways they may fail
Tomorrow’s borrowers
Via multi-withdrawals
Once again cruising through
The drive-through window
At the bank of time
Balance near depleted
Robotic voice
Vaguely sarcastic
Come again
Before the clock tower’s chime
Is no longer heard
By you…

(c) Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE Clock on Swamp Fence

NO ENTRANCE

One year gone since writing this but nothing changes 😦 Great photo from Deserted Places on FB:

poeturja

Moss flung against the south side

Losing me in the trees

Lined up like doors

In forested hallways

Collecting words in spiral notebooks

Vertically lined

Along the horizontal:

“Paprika”

“Onomatopoeia”

Words not quite magical

Missing the point

As always

Pinterest boards of doors

Named “Piro Hudar”

Virtually visiting

Hallway of color

Pounding until they creakily reveal

Darkness behind each one

Twenty-two Tarot cards

Major Arcana

Gateways aligned

Yet the same ten

Beckon me inside monthly

Saying, “This is your lesson

When will you learn?

Then maybe you will earn

Lovers, Star, Sun”

Portals

Lines of trees

Lines of words

Lines of cards

Hallways so dark outside closed doors

Open Sesame…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: From Deserted Places, no identification

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