Month: December 2021


The Wheel of the Year

Is a minute away

From Midnight

As the last Solar event

Is swept out today

The Wheel of Time

Suadarshan Chakra

Is about to repeat

The same cycle

But can we make it

Uniquely our own?

The Wheel of Life

Echoes the 7 chakras

And we try to balance

Protection, Emotion

Power, Health

Communication, Intuition

Blending the Spiritual

With the Physical and Mental

For all-important harmony

The Wheel of Fortune

Turns and burns

Tilts and slides

Like carnival rides

Settling on what will be

At least, temporarily

The Ouroboros

Serpent swallowing its tail

As it encircles and veils

The daily movements of life

Symbols of Geometria Sacra

Disguised as trees and berns

Seas and ferns

Are there but rarely noticed

Daily, we walk through the Circle

Of Campbell’s Hero’s Journey

We wear pendants without thinking

That the chain around our neck

Is a Circle of Protection

Whether religious, spiritual

Or the latch-key to our home

We may be part of a drumming circle

We may play a circle tambourine

We may lay down cards in a circle

But whatever we do

From birth to death

The movement is a circle

And so, as a new year begins

I wish to all of you

The no beginning, no end

The absolute unity

Of friendship

Of love

Of walking in circles

Protected and healthy

Happy and aware

Celebrating our lives

With care

For ourselves, always

And for those of us living

In the circle called Earth…


© 2021 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: Wheels & Circles


I want to tell you about the Sun

The Sun and Crows

Most people think Crows

Are dark and scary

Crows can be scary

But they love the morning Sun

They hunt and feed

Terrorize the little birds

In the morning Sun

Swooping in

Making the Sky black

With outstretched wings

Wings that look magnified

When staring into the Sun

Springsteen said,

Well his mama said,

Never look into the Sun

But I saw no fun

Not that day

Cawing, couldn’t hear Roomie

Shouting at me

Shouting at them

But the Dogs were scared

Went into the house

And me,

Tried to talk to those

Sunshine Crows

Last time Crows did this

Attacked the little

Cardinals, Chickadees, Doves

Roomie had a heart attack that night

Real one


Stents and 4 in the morning worrying

So now thinking

Love the Sun

Love the Crows

But what goes?

What presaging do they do

On Christmas Eve day?


A few years ago

Woodpecker in my hair

Favorite aunt died

Always something

When the birds get

Alfred Hitchcockian

The Sun in a bright blue Sky

The Sun made them crazy

The Sun should be blameless

But I’m better off in hazy

Hazy days, grays the world

That touch of gray

Like the Grateful Dead say

Is so necessary

So, Sun

Yes, you’re the one

But I’m blinded


Sun playing with me?


But stay tuned

For the meaning of Crows

Who want to decompose

My boring but peaceful life

Beware the Sun

Leading me like a compass rose


For me

To ignore the Crows

And stay in the safe shadows…


© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Morning Crows


Living in Philly
My night sky
Was the ceiling of
The Fels Planetarium
In the Benjamin Franklin Institute
Slouched in the gray theater seats
Neck comfortably straight
While head tipped upward
I’d get chills when the room darkened
And we school kids would stop talking
And the stars would begin to greet us
Like actors slowly wondering
If the audience would adore them
And when we’d applaud
Because the show was FINALLY beginning
The stars, planets, meteors, comets, moons
And all those performers
Playing their celestial roles
Hidden to city children
Living in cement jungles
With streetlights every 500 feet
All those performers
Would put their hearts into
Brightening the night sky
(although still sunny outside)
And my heart would race
As I drifted in space
Not listening to the lecturer
Because no one could top the stories
I told myself
About the constellations
Talking to me via vibrations
For all those years
I never saw the sky
Time tempestuously passed
And I found myself sitting
With my very young sons
Also stretched and bruised
On the concrete of childhood
Their excitement matched mine
As the room darkened
And then I knew
There must be very few
In this world
Who didn’t long to stride across
The canvas of our universe…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Fels Planetarium, Ben Franklin Institute (Rittenhouse Astronomical Society) and My Ukulele and Stars



*scroll down for a Janis Joplin YouTube video


Wondering how I will know

As I roll the dough

For Solstice cookies

Shaped like the Sun

In the light of the night’s

Cold Moon

Pouring white grape juice

Into plastic champagne flutes

Stirring Shirataki noodles

Mixed with mayo and

Black pepper, wondering

If we’ll dine together

Wondering if you’ll come

Bright silk flowers

Laced between the strings

Of my battered baritone


Me strumming and singing

So carefree

“Here comes the Sun”

By the Fab Four

Switching to the Doors’

“Waiting for the Sun”

Finally, Janis Joplin’s

“Flower in the Sun”

All this fun

Under the aegis of the

Misnamed Cold Moon

No cold in Florida this night

No cold in my heart

Even though I’m apart

From you

Just another night of déjà vu

But it’s merely the angle of view

Skewed by the Moon

Peering into my window

While it enjoys the glow

Of the Sun…


© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Baritone ukulele on a moonlit night’   “Flower in the Sun” Janis Joplin


My newest is finally available in paperback, but if you follow me, you’ve probably read all the poems 🙂

Uh, oh, Amazon is still using the old cover from the Kindle edition, but the poems and images are the same.

Wishing you all a healthy and happy holiday season!



Need to light the Sage

Walk the wood floors

Smudging corners

Smoke circling an American drabarni

For safety

Singing a song of sanity

Because sadness

Should be gone

Sorrowful trespassers

Will be prosecuted

She tells her looping mind

Life’s okay

Health brings strength,

Therefore happiness

Especially when the

Scent of Sage

Spicing the air



Scent of ginger and turmeric

Heavy on the air

Drabarni using all her herbs

Next, laying down the cards

Sending the young sisters

To the Vrezitorka

Witch in the Hole

Desperate to save the

Lovely young woman in bed

Herbalist knowing she’d soon be dead

Fragile soul floating toward

The river running under the window

Sun prism-ing into a rainbow

Life in what is now Moldova

1935 no penicillin

Watching young men and women

As the disease



On the edge of a cloud

The watcher in dreams

Alchemist with the

Power of Science

Regally hidden

She wakes

With the secret recipe

Blood Root, Plantain


In a mixture of beeswax

A green goop

Scooped and blooped

Onto the rebellious cells

Multiplying on skin

Coming from within

Zinc chloride

Mineral from the dirt

Lasering a portal into the root

Bringing pain

But then relief

As the offense

Disappears into the clouds

To be zapped by lightning

Because most times




Red Cayenne

Capsicum annum

Magical ingredient,

Capsaicin, connects as a

Hemostatic blood-stopper

Picked from the aging

Drabarni’s garden

Added to the pot

Of bubbling beans

Meaty protein

Grainy corn

Boiling, Burning

Eventually making its way

Through blood and organs

A food more divine

Than the nectar of the gods

Because human knowledge



© 2021 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Capsicum annum from my garden