No memory of that night
Dark dawn saw
A platinum curl
Knotted into a braid
Furiously worked at untangling
Wanted to smooth it out
Banish you from my once-delight
Held scissors to it
But couldn’t cut
Perhaps a reminder was needed
No more, I repeated,
A mistake with you
Walking among the trees
Leaves caught in my hair
Mirror reflecting my dread
Something pink peeking through
The snarl on my head
Mulberry kiss…
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Mulberry captured by my hair
Love clocks
Don’t collect them but
Obsessed by time
So, ok, today
The Atomic Scientists
Moved the Doomsday Clock
From 100 seconds to
90 seconds
To apocalypse
Leap of faith to believe
Though I do know
Fracking, climate change, and
Pandemics
Stress the Earth
And its inhabitants
But hey,
Isn’t this familiar
Similar
To the Mayan Calendar
And Nostradamus predictions…?
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
P IMAGE: Doomsday Clock 90 seconds, South China Morning Post
The days of Black & White TV
Of world’s greatest music and poetry
Always a shadow man but sensed you there
And finally you crossed the border
Shape-shifting across time and space
That border between unreality and physicality
You suddenly appeared
Here…
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Border Boardwalk
WISHING YOU ALL A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR! HERE IS MY KINDLE COPY (PAPERBACK IN A FEW WEEKS) ALTHOUGH YOU, MY FOLLOWERS, HAVE PROBABLY READ THE POETRY WITHIN. HOPING TO HAVE MORE TIME TO READ YOUR WONDERFUL WORKS NOW THAT I’M FINISHED WRITING…
Wisely ward your little world
Dumping the proper ingredients
Into the cauldron
Chanting the heartfelt words of
Invented protection spells
For those we love
But ultimately
No matter how true our beliefs
There is no guarantee
Safety will be granted
We just must believe that
Hope
Will save us all…
❤ ❤ ❤
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Cauldron of Hope
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