Holding the Book of Illusion

Tied with nine knots

Containing the secrets

Of the Conqueror Worm

Welcoming me

Shades of Poe!

Human mortality

Inevitability of death

Is this a message?

Acculturation of dragons

The blood in my body:

German slave owners

Planting their seed

As the Gypsies stripped grapes

From the vines for wine

Further cross-cultural symbols

Existing for Romani, too

Maternal Kalderash word: Azdaja

Paternal Sinti word: Draxo

Oh, Poe!

Why do you bedevil me

In my sleep

With dragons, serpents, worms?

Once again I study the knots

What thoughts



Are woven throughout?

Binding the dance

Between life and death

But there is no depth

To the dream

After all, it doesn’t have to be a


Merely a reminder

Immortality spawned from

Fiction, rhyme

Live the best you can

Within finite time

A never-long-enough



© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: book & knot (cs)






Days of blues

Choosing to float

Through the land of fantasy


Necessaries in life

Make me aware

That I must take care

Of the visible part of


But soon

Even before the moon rises

Breathless and smiling

I rejoin you in the invisible clouds

Away from crowds

Where we drift through

An enclave of dreams



© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)



Troubled by dreams that never appear

Over the decades can count on ten fingers

Plus a toe or two

The amount I remember

Why do I sleep delta

Instead of theta

Must turn to music

For answers

But confusing because

Lyrics don’t always differentiate

Between dreams awake

Or dreams asleep

Everly Brothers sing

Whenever I want you

All I have to do

Is dream….dream, dream, dream

Tom Petty is running down a dream

(great riff, great song)

The Monkees ask what can it mean

To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen

Even Billy Ocean sings

Get outta my dreams

Get into my car

(The backseat—honestly unromantic!)

But not many sing about a dream

About being actually asleep

About living a life of puzzle

With strangers who seem real

With cliffs shaking us off so we fall

With monsters chasing us through dark halls

With lovers whose names we call

With familiar family, friends, dogs and cats

Talking birds and stampeding cattle

Are remembered dreams too personal

A taboo translation into lyrics

Or is that the font of great art

What’s with dreams…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Dreams (Pinterest, no attribution)



Korako, crow, oh no

Waking to you

Feathers in free-flight

Circling, then

Landing by my feet

Last time you were here

My cardinals disappeared

Lucidly rising from the pillow

I say, please, be an omen

For a good day

Really need one


You look at me with

All-knowing eyes

As I stare back at you

Trying to be strong but kind

I ask you to move along

Spare me live-at-five

Real-time demonstrations

Of the food chain at work


Thought I was awake

But you answered me

In perfect American English

“Good for you, bad for me

I do it only when hungry”

Do it down the street, then

Cardinals are nesting there too


Korako gives me a sad look

“Your cardinals are more important

Than those of neighbors?”

Chastened, eyes closed

I try to go deeper into sleep

Want to forget the dream

Almost waking time

Subconsciously hear my dogs

Scratching, moving around the bed

Korako fading into that other world

And I, tribal sociopath, am left

Self-reflecting on selfishness

Taught to me by korako…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: How To Draw A Tribal Crow by Dragoart.com

This is a brain on jalapeno

Wow!  What was in that Veggiburger from the snack bar on the train ?  It was a jalapeno delight reminiscent of Homer Simpson’s night in the desert , the episode where he makes his chili and hallucinates .

It led to the ocean

An old dirt path

Geographically impossible

The Atlantic Ocean could not exist in that place

But no mistaking it

Even in that space

Gray, cold with an undertow

Salty waves

Sand sucked right under the toes

And sand crabs

Tiny toe nippers scurrying around

Excavating the ground

So I sat and sniffed

The pungent saline scent

Willing my left brain to explain,  using logic

Then realized the only explanation

From that hemisphere

Would be psychotic break

No thanks

I’ll try next-door

Right brain will know

And it creatively tossed out

Multiple reasons for an ocean in the city:

“Stumbling through to a parallel universe”

” Dreaming a lucid scenario”

On and on the reasons formed

Until I begged the mind to cease

Because who really knew?

Why not just enjoy the vision

And see where it led

And yes,  I now know …


(c) 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)











(Here is a haiku stack I wrote in April.  I’ve recently attempted to turn it into a song so added chords and it actually seems to work!  Well, that’s a subjective opinion but…)


Am/ Let me close my eyes

C/ And lightly float into the

G/ Enigma of dreams


Em/ Magic cauldron scents

Am/ Spicing the cooling breezes

E/ Of feverish nights


Am/ Share your soul with me

C/ Whisper secret desires

G/ Glide through stormy skies


Em/ Let me close my eyes

Am/ Wisps of past memories gone

E/ New links forged for us


Am/ Just let me lie back

C/ And lightly float into the

G/ Mystery of love


Em/ To recall again

Am/Trembling urgency in the

E7/Enigma of  Am/ dreams


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My concert ukulele and copy of the song


Repost: Wrote this last August, longing for winter. Now it is not even Summer Solstice and I’m wishing to leap ahead in time. Says a lot about my ability to WAIT…


<dream fragment>

Where is the sea?

Familiar salt smell

An invisible pull

Of negative ions

Grains of sand

Tumbling in the wind

Arranging lines of code

On a sun-screened body

Salty water invading platinum hair

Curls being tossed everywhere

Temporarily blinding

Hiding the sea from

Searching, gritty eyes

Where is the sea?



I come to the pocket-sized beach

In winter only

No longer liking to be close to strangers

Alone, where I can dream

Green Key Park on the Gulf opens at dawn

Sip coffee bought from the Burger King drive-through

Not as good as mine

But convenient, tolerable

Birds, palms, sunrise on the Gulf

I pretend it is the sea

Here, it is warm like a bathtub

Some tidal action

A bit of wave hiking up to the shoreline

Sand and negative ions

Water and fiery sun

Elemental balance

I go inward more and more each year

Feel like Hesse’s Siddhartha on the river

He, like me, can think, can wait, can fast

Well, fasting, ok, not quite there yet

But able to do the rest

Because the inner life is best…


© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

IMAGE: Robert K. Rees Memorial Park



Not good, Dark of Moon

Not good, standing in my yard

With Dead Mom

Not good watching an ultralight


Right above our heads


Into the trees

But good,

Although crash, no burn

Pilot’s somewhere

Tangled in branches

Dead Mom looks at me

Shakes her head

I awake with a backache

Find my Home Depot back brace

Place around my waist

Make coffee (that’s always good)

What’s the dream mean?


Dead Gran would say

A way to move into

The Mystical World

Headache now adds to the back pain

Not good, not a good day

But good is, according to Dead Gran

If the dreamer doesn’t follow the Dead


And I didn’t

The sky was clear

The guy didn’t die

Oh, the weather is damp

I wrap an ace bandage

Around my strumming/mouse hand

So the crashing of the ultralight

Returning to Earth

According to somewhat-Alive me

Means the crashing of dreams, plans

But I’m so old now

No longer have dreams, plans

Although, I confess

When playing ukulele

I smilingly pretend I’m onstage

With really crazed fans

Flinging their Calvin Kleins at me

Just a funny fantasy

Just a dream

Where’s the coffee…?


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Ultralight trike, Wikipedia



Let me close my eyes

And lightly float into the

Enigma of dreams


Magic cauldron scents

Spicing the cooling breezes

Of feverish nights


Share your soul with me

Whisper secret desires

Glide through stormy skies


Let me close my eyes

Wisps of past memories gone

New links forged for us


Just let me lie back

And lightly float into the

Mystery of love


To recall again

Trembling urgency in the

Enigma of dreams


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Dreamscape by ex astris 1701



When I change my fantasy

To a new star of the show

I often wonder

Where you go


Silly, I know

Like tossing a half read book on the floor

Characters remain frozen

Until I read more


Yet I feel your eyes

Demanding status as main contender

Finding you more exciting

He’s swapped out and to you I surrender


The beauty of dreams:

Life is carefully scripted

Ambrosial reality

Safely encrypted


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: www.pageresource.com