Month: September 2018

TORTILLA TOAST

1 scrambled egg
1 small tortilla
Snowed under
Ground black pepper
Nuke 2 minutes
Cayenne pepper to blush the
Van Gogh yellows
Bowlful of black coffee
What a morning it’ll be
Especially
While communing with Orion
At 5 in the dark
All that’s missing is a cigarette
25 years since we parted
But wild dill showers
In morning dew
Spread scent to rival
Nicotine
And I am content…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: low-cal breakfast at 5 a.m.

TANKA (National Coffee Day)

My favorite day!  Enjoy this tanka and the video, La Chanson du Cafe, from everyone’s favorite Cajun band  BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet:

Bright blue sky, white moon
Fading into morning mist
Dark consolation
Coffee smoothes the wrinkly day
Enriching timeworn burdens…

(c) Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Morning Moon and Espresso

Video: La Chanson du Cafe,  BeauSoleil avec Michael Doucet

 

MY MEDICINE BOOK (LOST SONNET)

Wrote this as an introduction to my Drab Lil book in 2013. When I deleted my first WordPress blog, this was “lost” from the internet.  In celebration of Carlos Ruiz  Zafon’s newest book in the Cemetery of Forgotten Books series (Labyrinth of the Spirits) I am posting the sonnet I wrote when publishing my first book.  Can’t wait to read Zafron’s book!

Will it take a century to be read
Just like the Book of Talismans I found?
A hundred years lying like the undead
Surfacing in the dark of night, unbound?

Or will it wait upon a shelf somewhere?
Or molder on the web’s ancient server?
Discovered by a person who will care,
Or public domain miners with fervor?

The Cemetery of Forgotten Books
As created by Carlos R. Zafon
Is modernized in Kindles and in Nooks
And would serve as the perfect stepping stone.

So here is my book for posterity
Please try to read it with sincerity!

(c) 2013 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Drab Lil: A Gypsy’s Medicine Book
Image: From Books & Bras poem

 

 

BEYOND THE MUSE (Autumn Equinox)

Ancient Muses
Paired for every
Art and Science
Overrated
I prefer to see
A hovering shadow
Appear
Like the tarot’s
Lovers
The Poet and her Lover
The Muse of Ideas
While above the deuce
An Angel of Wisdom
That some call Athena
Roiling clouds of creation
Inspiring one line
Enabling the poet’s thoughts
To morph from beauty
Or humor
Or memory
Encouraging the poet’s soul
To share wise words
A secret of life
A reverberation
Through the ages
Longingly I wait
For the rare perception
To align the poem into
Perfect harmony
Celestial equator
Intersecting the ecliptic
Possible on this day
Of Equinoxing …

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: The Lovers, Pamela Colman Smith

WANTON WEATHER

How small and helpless
The Eastern shores of
A super power country
Florida dangling
From the crotch of the nation
Flaccid and vulnerable
As the Sahara Desert winds
Ragingly produce
The African Easterly Jet
Spotting the Atlantic Ocean
Closer and closer
And I tremble in my
Tin shack of a mobile home
Wondering why I huddle
Year after year
A swampy prisoner
Of unbridled weather…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Weather.gov hurricanes & tropical storms 9-11-18

CANOPUS & THEONOE

Will you weigh and measure
My love for you?
Desiccated heart
Faintly crying out
Inside the body
Seat of the soul
A belief by the ancients
Afterlife organs
Spilling out of
Canopic jars
Sons of Horus
Guarding breath, taste
The brain though
Carelessly tossed out
Considered useless
A belief by the ancients
I agree
Look at the troubled path
Down which it led me
So I ask you again
Although the answer I know
You weighed and measured
My love for you
And let me go
With a handful of
Empty jars…
(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Canopic Jars, British Museum/Wikipedia