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OPENING RIFFS

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What are the pleasures of old age?

Worse, what will go first: Hearing? Eyesight?

Sitting cross-legged in the dark, eyes closed

Demitasse of espresso

Close by, on the floor

Placing the ear buds and blasting the R&R

From my iPOD Shuffle

Clicking through each beginning riff

Here is Heart’s riff going crazy on me

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Here is Clapton’s riff as he gets down on his knees

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Here is Hendrix’s riff as he spins a Dylan song into musical history

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Here is Ronstadt’s riff wondering when she will be loved

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Here is Joplin’s riff with nothing left to lose

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Here is Jim Morrison’s riff, anagrammed Mr. Mojo Rising

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Here is Deep Purple’s riff as the smoke engulfs the water

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❤ Music and coffee, the pleasures of old age ❤

© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Maiden, Mother and Mage: A Day of Poetry

REPOSTED FOR SELF-ENCOURAGEMENT AS I LEARN TO PLAY THE UKULELE 🙂

HUMOR IN HORROR (Last Night’s True Nightmare)

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Running down a dark passageway

Chased by long-haired hippie males

Here am I, clutching a cup of coffee

Bouncing backpack hindering my escape

I know they’re going to hurt me

Must flee!

Doorway looms

Run through

Try closing the door with my hip

Put down the coffee! I think in my nightmare

Never!

Get the door closed

Big hips good for childbirthing and door closings

Left hand locks it

(How would my Romani Gran interpret this?)

Look at the coffee:

No spills!

A bit of humor in my horror?

Must be old age because most days

Everything seems eye-rollingly droll…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)