Month: December 2018

2019 BAXTALO NEVO BERSH (HAPPY NEW YEAR)

Seventy five degrees
Perfect temp to plant trees
Shoveled the sandy soil
Back ached a bit from the toil
Added an earthy mix
And water for a quick fix
Tuned the baritone
Strummed a song called “Moonstone”
Water ruled by the Moon
Quick growth would be a boon
Soon I’ll have a Norfolk Pine
I’ll baptize it with faux wine
My drink of choice for New Year’s Eve
While a tarot story I weave
Baxtalo Nevo Bersh we say
Luck and happiness on New Year’s Day
(and the coming year, of course!)

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGES: New Year Planting for 2019/Unattributed drawing in Romanes

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w-i-p #12 HANGED MAN

*Scroll down for a YouTube video

Crow cawing in early morning clouds
Tallest tree invisible in fog
Tarot’s Hanged Man
Initiation into a mysterious world

Odin hung for 9 days
Euhemerizationally** sacrificing his eye
Think of other mythical and biblical
Heroes hung over the centuries
All in the name of knowledge
Ah, but John Lennon
Knew he was a sacrifice
No worse than others
Yet, in his quest for wisdom
He cried out to us:

“Christ! You know it ain’t easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They’re going to crucify me” *

He knew, he knew
But tell me who
Would assassinate a rocker?

So many of us
Hanging in silence
Smoke and steam
Muffling our dreams
Then thinking we’ve learned
Slip off the slip knot
Abrading the ankle’s skin
Moving into the Earth’s valley
Carrying new knowledge
But never satisfied
And in time
Wake up to find
We’re back on the tree
Dangling in space
Another lesson to memorize
A path to retrace…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Ayla El-Moussa for 25th Century, 2016 Hanged (Wo) Man

* The Ballad of John and Yoko
https://youtu.be/v-1OgNqBkVE YouTube Video

**Euhemerize: Mythology interpreted as having arisen from actual events/people

STRENGTH #8

(another w-i-p for my upcoming book)

From where does your power emanate
Are you silent, thoughtful, or brash
What gives you the strength to continue
Love, anger, friendship, family
Yes, all of these bring power
But when we walk alone
Through sickness or anguish
Through grief or approaching death
Can you call upon your symbols
Mine are words and music
Plants and stone
These are tactile representations
Grounding me yet forming
A fortress of protection
No one can ever breach
A place to heal
So I can return
To those I treasure
In my quiet
But often solitary
Life…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Berry Winter Among the Gargoyles

 

OLBERS’ PARADOX

Despite innumerable stars
Why is the night sky
Not as bright as day?

Olbers’ Paradox
The Dark Night Sky
Finite or vast
Stars shine from the past

Astronomers say
The Big Bang is only
13.7 billion years old
Older universes exist
In distances only measurable
By Light Years
So if the universe expands
Other galaxy stars
Become concealed
Only those of the Milky Way
Our orbiting familiar wheel
Are visible

Is it enough to know
The Cosmic Web
Links all galaxies together?
We and the stars are
Embers of Fire
Eddies of Air
Droplets of Water
Nuggets of Dirt
Strongly woven
Never to be broken
Neighbors forever
Lineage unspoken…

“We are star stuff” –Carl Sagan

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Cosmic Web

SOLSTICE #19 SUN

 

Happiness and health to all my friends & family (whether you celebrate the summer or winter solstice)
Friday, December 21, 2018 5:23 pm

Winter sunshine often glides
On beams astride a tilted Earth
Sun at its southernmost post
North Pole plunged in darkness
But it is the moment of the
Solstice (meaning “Sun Stands Still”)
When it stops, reversing
Moving northward, a path to fulfill
Ancient calendars in Mayan Tulum
And Salisbury’s Stonehenge
Honored this scientific moment
Capturing the speck of light
Before the longest night
And we continue this in modern times
Among the mammals hibernating
The serpents brumating
We humans manically do our preparations
Baking, cooking, buying, greeting
Dancing, singing, talking, eating
Because we understand how fleeting
Time is for all on Earth
The Sun, long worshiped
Warmth and light to keep us safe
Unconditionally touching everyone
Sun doesn’t care about my autism
Sun doesn’t care about my aging
Sun is there even on the cloudiest days
Even through the dampness and haze
I greet this gorgeous, golden Sun
One of the few constants in my Earth span
Revolving around the Cosmic Plan
That is you…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Bucketful of Red & Green

UNRECOGNIZED/WINTER DISGUISED

Following middle of the night
Poetry ideas
Into oblivion
Darkness magics the words
So Stygian
Yet moonlight
Like blankets
Shields and comforts
Transforming a stressed face
Into a softened glow
As the mask melts
Lost in a
Mythology unrecognized
Although semiotically using
Correct signs, symbols and
Elemental scents
Winter disguised
It is the unrecorded that
Fascinates
Separating historically
Asking the clouds rhetorically
Who will I be this decade
Because I certainly don’t know
That other person from the last
And moving back in time
Across an invisible line
Is a very different
Woman
Young adult
Teenager
Child
And I think
To my great surprise
I like this old one best…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Winter Disguised

12-14-15 @ 11:15 PM

Anyone see the Geminids this morning? This poem is from a few years ago when the sky was clear. Cloudy this year but still saw them shooting around, faintly, a few minutes ago!

Saw a fireball

Geminid meteor

Smashing through

The Eastern sky

Lasering Orion’s knife

Brightening the dullness of life

As the clouds cleared

And the breeze blew

Separating the trees

So I could see

Celestial beauty

In my backyard…

 

©2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: space.com

NEO ALPHASMART 2

(another full circle poem)

1990s bought my first computer
386 (Gigs? no one heard that word)
3.1 Windows
No internet but
Bulletin Boards to meet others
Bought to start a
Secretarial service
(Was I nervous!)
Never took off
The rest is computer history
But today I’m so distracted
Light and words refracted
When trying to write
So bought a NEO
Thirty US dollars
QWERTY keyboard
Well, right shift in wrong place
Makes my pinkie go adrift
On the keypad
Still, no distractions
No playing YouTube
No downloading guitar chords
No emailing or chatting
With Messenger friends
Whose little profile heads entice me
(Do you have that app, too?)
NEO takes three AA batteries
Has one USB port
Well, it is the 21st Century
But I can just WRITE!
Me and my mind
Lumbering through time
Great American Poem
Any day now!

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: NEO Alphasmart 2

NATURE’S MUSIC

*scroll down for a YouTube video*

Magical Mulberry
Playing baritone ukulele
In stark sand instead of snow
Live Oaks sheltering
Woodpeckers and Crows
Do we get what we need?
The Stones’ Jagger thinks so

Years living in the city
Happiness was a vacation
Tent, fire and scenery so pretty
Mountains in the Poconos
Brandywine River nights
Drinking coffee and cocoa

Now I live in a tin camper
Surrounded by trees and swamp
Small, only two lots
Didn’t get what I wanted
(Victorian home with gingerbread
And secret passages to mysterious rooms)
But wouldn’t trade what I have today
24-7 camping life
What a way
To spend these holidays
On Nature’s 2-lot beauty
Rewarded in my old age…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Mullberry playing baritone ukulele

*YouTube video You Can’t Always Get What You Want, Rolling Stones

SHANGHAI TUNNELS (work-in-progress)

Use for #15 Temptation (new book)

Portland’s Shanghai Tunnels
Chthonic vibrations stirring hair
Survival skill remnant of our DNA
Why shave it away?
Danger
Danger
But my feet continue to trudge
Skin crawls
Pupils dilate
And despite the apocryphal stories,
Documented hauntings,
I continue down these
Historic corridors
Men and boys kidnapped
Sent to sea
Slavery

I don’t believe in heaven and hell
Devils and angels
Because angels and devils
Are here, there, and everywhere
Devils share your office space
And undermine you
Demons crash into your cart in Walmart
Shanghai Tunnels of the past
Enslaved people underground
For galley slaves like Roman days
Slaves
Slaves of every color
Vlad the Impaler slaves
Gypsy blood
Reddening the gates
African slaves tarnished by their pigment
White sex trade slaves craved for porcelain skin

In the past
In the present
In the future
Devils do their work
Angels do too
Corrupting or saving me and you

#15 The Devil in Tarot
I call it Temptation
My birth number
My lesson in life
Is to resist
With an additional caveat
Numerologically adding 1 + 5 = 6
The Lovers
Secondary lesson
Must learn to love
And be loved
Perhaps a little too late for that
But being angelic
Makes more sense
Than being devilish
So I try
(My epitaph:
She Tried)

Devils
You want devils?
Here’s my latest
Hypnagogic vision
Dancing constellations
Stars outlining tomato red
Bodies, faces
Some wearing top hats
Lots of diamonds sparkling
Or are they stars in the sky
Stars for the dancing stars
Ukulele tinkle of 1920s music
And so much red
Devils
Devils are red
What the…?
Force my eyes open
What’s with my head
I preferred the monster images
Seen most of my theta-sleeping life
From the beginning of time
Dancing Devils intertwined with strumming angels
But now, my beloved constellations forever tainted
With visionary blood so painful…

The Underworld, Hades and Persephone
Ruling their version of the Shanghai Tunnels
Keeping Eurydice prisoner
Did she also sing and strum
Like her topside husband Orpheus
Music her comfort in those dark months
Underground?

Visions and insomnia
Disordering my brain
Here’s my newest theory
About the curse of insomnia
And Hypnagogia
Oh, those wild faces as I fall asleep
Can it be
Plato’s Allegory of the Cave?
Reality as shadows
Imagine a slave
Who only sees shadows
On the cave wall
Chained underground
Until one day forced outside
And sees the real reality
Can it be the film The Matrix?
(Supposedly modernized Cave Allegory)
Confusion of reality with dreams
And me with hypnagogic
Monster images
Am I waking, all those years
Living between the matrix
And the reality of creatures
Resembling the monsters
Of my so-called
Sleep Disorder?
The newest are auditory ones
Related to Exploding Head Syndrome
But now I hear snarling
In the night
“I will look after you!”
Is that a good statement or not?
Is it like Vishnu on the
Serpent of Time
Watching Brahma
Create the universe?
Or are they Matrix aliens
Sucking the dreams
Out of our souls?

Chthonic
Aetheric
Waking
Asleep
I so want to sleep…

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(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGES: Portland, Oregon, Shanghai Tunnels

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