Month: November 2021

FOR MY FOLLOWERS, FRIENDS & FAMILY

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Happy Thanksgiving Day
This is important for me to say
Social Media is our folk hotel
Visiting daily, we share and retell

Showing pictures of our dog and cat
And our granddaughter the acrobat
Yummy recipes make me hungry
Love the chance to sign petitions about the bumblebee

Wonderful to hear about your son
Life is tough but they still have fun
What amazing writing and crafts so handy
Thanks for accepting our modus operandi

We huddle together when tragedy does come
It visits us all and we succumb
But having loving thoughts sent our way
Soothes us like a spiritual bouquet

So keep on posting and let me know
How life is, just say hello
Know I think of you although I don’t say
You’re always in my mind on any day

Love & Fun & Happiness to you and your Crew…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Tom…

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CORNUCOPIA

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MY ANNUAL THANKSGIVING POEM. WISHING ABUNDANCE TO ALL ON EARTH!

To make a cornucopia, take:
Smoked round reed for spokes and braiders
Soak them into flexibility
Cross, pinch, entwine and weave
Humming hymns of tranquility

Zeus breaking off the horn of his nurse
Heracles wrestling a river god of fables
Either led to an abundance myth
Winding up on Thanksgiving tables

Growing gourds, red and green Earth treats
Nuts and flowers complete the increase
Profusion of life’s requirements
Create a still life centerpiece

Magnetic pull of voices from the past
Call and text loved ones far away
Laughter, tears, music of the spheres
The beauty of a traditional holiday

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Peter Paul Rubens, Abundantia

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GREENHOUSE DISMANTLING

Living a long time

(But never long enough)

See many changes

Brought about by necessity

Today’s alteration is

The dismantling of a

Homemade Greenhouse

If you can see the image

See all those pipes on the ground

I’m the one who carried them there

Dressed in 2 inch Western boots

And Gothic black tunic

PVC plastic pipes are easy

But oh those metal ones

Yet the carrying of a pipe

Longer than I’m tall (5 feet)

Heavier than me (almost)

Made me feel like

Xena the Warrior Princess

Ok, Xena’s grandmother

But most of all

I tasted the sweetness of

Homegrown tomatoes

Tangy green collards

And sunflower seeds safe

From sneaky squirrels

Back in the house

I pick up my baritone uke

And hear myself singing

Imitating Dylan’s drawling voice

And the times they are a’changing…

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© Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: detritus of a dismantled greenhouse

SEVEN SISTERS–THE PLEIADES

I have seven sisters

Who comfort me

When life refuses to agree

And grant a desire for peace

Daughters of the Titan Atlas

Forced to hold up the Earth

On his bold shoulders

And the sea nymph Pleione

I gaze at the sky

And before waving goodbye

As they disappear into the dawn

I thank them for listening

To my sadness, tears glistening

Helping me to face another day

Here they are, alphabetically:

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Alcyone

Beloved dogs trailing

Her starprints

Celaeno

Creating beauty in the

Midnight sky’s puzzles

Electra

Poetic voice one day to be

Heard beneath the firmament

Maia

Mighty maternal magnet

Of family and friends

Merope

Bringer of friendship to all

Who follow her words

Sterope

Healing the ancient way

Under the Eastern star

Taygete

Melder of myth and history,

Food and folded paper

Thank you, my dear friends…

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© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Pleiades with “parents” from Astronomy 2004

(saw this the other night in the Southern sky and it looked like a crown with a central jewel)

(A TRIBUTE TO SOME OF MY FRIENDS BUT THERE ARE MORE THAN 7 THAT I APPRECIATE SO THANK YOU TOO…poets have to make things fit 😊 )

MIDNIGHT DRIVES TO GEORGIA (MEMOIR)

(scroll down for a Gladys Knight YouTube video)

Missing the midnight trips

Trips to Georgia, but first

Perry, the northern part of Florida

On US 19

VW Rabbit gassed up

Reverse gear not working

Get out and push

To get out of the parking space

Georgia, finally

Frigid feet in Florida flip-flops

Pull to the side of the road

Put on heavy socks

In the back seat the dogs

Skippy Elvis and Steppenwolf yawn

As the golden dawn

Glimmers down

How long to Dahlonega

To pan for gold?

Roomie  wonders aloud

I flash my deck of cards and say

“I’ll consult the tarot”

We both laugh at the lame joke

Because who could be unhappy

This December morning

Eating PBJ on whole wheat

Looking forward to a week

Of hiking and shivering

In the snowy mountains of

Georgia

In those good old days

Of middle age…

© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: 1980s VW Rabbit, eBay

YouTube video Gladys Knight & The Pips, Midnight Train To Georgia