*scroll down for a YouTube video
Wine red guitar
High gloss with G Clef
Etched into its buffed body
How my hands dream to hold you
So I wouldn’t feel lonely…
But you’re ivy league to my state college
White starched collar to my soft blue
Yet somehow I knew
We could make magical music together
If only…
(c) 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Wine-red Takamine guitar
https://youtu.be/iulmZAz8XfY jimmie rodgers, kisses sweeter than wine
MINOR CHORDS TO BE ADDED (IF I CAN OVERCOME JANUARY LAZINESS)
eternal waves
washing away
unwanted memories
nightmare days
how can i write a love song
when no one has ever loved me
but before you offer your pity
understand,
i never loved anyone either
spent the years
dreaming of you
dreams of wonder
how do you taste
how deep can your eyes
see into my soul
invented scenarios too
your lips caressed me
never whispering lies
always making me feel whole
Violin bows
guitar strums
ebony and ivory
entangled with drums
and that one day i asked
could i stop dreaming and
make us real
force of will
will you see me
so finally found you
and there i was
smiling at you
for real
my lips moving
determination proving
we were meant to be one
soughing wind
whispering wild words
silence broken only
by cawing birds
and i asked
can i stop dreaming now
can we make this real
i want to know
all those years ago
apart
afraid to start
reality
you look at me
but no sound
no song
can i hear
swallowed by fear
i turn away
Violin bows
guitar strums
ebony and ivory
entangled with drums
(c) 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Valentine Fantasy Song
Insomniacs like me
Sleep from life
We don’t always wake
Dropping important parts
Of ourselves
Like entering a dream world
Where all is strange
But oh, so real
I cannot write
In this morphial place of
No-sleep
But one day
My eyes will open
And the words will be there
Once again
Tumbling
Maybe stumbling
Across the white page
Of the Universe
The creative spirit:
Writing, music, art
Will return
Gardening
The simpling of herbs
Will suddenly appear
Yet I know
What I want most
The beauty of romantic love
Has disappeared forever
But even in its absence
It will be an
Awakening
At last…
(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: entropic tractor 2 sm px
Little bit of old age pain so taking a little bit of hemp oil. I’ve become a little bit
uninhibited (that’s a little bit good). Interesting thoughts while watching Joan Jett
eat…
*scroll down for a Joan Jett video
WTH?
Swear I’m swinging
On a fur-clad sling
Wearing fur?
Oh, no!
Hope the animal rights groups
Don’t splash me with blood or
Red paint
But never wore fur
Couldn’t afford it
And I’m vegetarian
Not the radical kind
Hey, eat whatever you want
Well, not me
But I look around
And honestly
The word “Scruff”
Echoes
I’m being carried by
The scruff of my neck
It’s a cat
A black feral cat
And wait!
Too much hemp oil?
I’m a kitten
A starving one
With a desire for milk
But aren’t I lactose-intolerant?
Hate milk
Suddenly
(That horror story word)
“Suddenly”
An orange male cat
(I know he’s male, can smell him)
Leaps at the female
Mom?
Carrying me
Didn’t I once feed a feral cat?
Didn’t want to do it
But her cry seduced me
Music like I’d never heard
Pathetic
Beautiful
Secretly named her
Joan Jett
Oh, no!
He’s trying to kill me
For food?
I know male bears do that
To their cubs
But do cats?
And while wondering
How I became a cat
My eyes close
All is dark
And I tumble down a tunnel
Toward light
So bright
It finds its way through my eyelids
And I wonder what
Life
Or is it
Death
Brings me next…
(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Joan Jett eating
*Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, I Love Rock & Roll
WAXING
I’ve seen men walk across your face
Stabbing you with red-white-blue
Waving on a pointed pole
I’ve seen you cloud-white in a daylit blue sky
I’ve seen you fat and thin
I’ve seen your sallow skin
No matter how dark the nights
You’ve wrenched blood from my body
Sanity from my sometimes struggling mind
Caressed the beach with your tides
And been my poetic muse while I cried
You are so familiar, iconic
But you always retain the magic of your name
My Moon
FULL
Red starry show
Orion struggling in a sea of blood?
No! Just the red glow of
Hind’s Crimson Star
Alpha Leporis
Fourteen times the mass of sun
Drawing all eyes to
Constellation Lepus
Rabbit
Hare
Easy to see
The mythology
Of Orion’s dogs
Canis Major and Minor
Pursuing this incandescent body
But thanks to Ostara
Goddess of Spring
She is granted swiftness
And once a year
Will appear
On the Moon
After traveling 1300 light years
Syncretizing Eastern myths
With Western ones
Bringing eggs to the
Moon Rabbit who is
Fiercely pounding
A lunar mortar by pestle
Grinding out the Elixir of Life
An Asian Philosopher’s Stone for
Immortality
Mystically produced
By the mating of the
Hare and Rabbit
For is not reproduction
A form of immortality?
WANING
Fragment of a dream
Me in helmet-less
Astronaut’s suit
Disembodied voice:
“We no longer have the
Resources to get you off
The Moon…”
NEW
Rolling through my mind
Catchy-tune theme song
From some 1960s bad TV
Expect to see
Go-Go booters
Dancing the Monkey
On colorful boxes
Piled on the stage
All that energy
Brought by the once-again new
Moon…
(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGES: NASA moon crater/Smith-Waite Tarot card/CS disk Drom Romani
(combined 2 moon poems and added two observations)
Mont Sainte-Victoire breakfast
Strangely snow blinded
Yet able to welcome
Swift arrows of sun
Bowing to the dawn
Espresso early song
Sharpening the appetite
World ceiling almost-bright
Tahitian naps under
Sun-sheltered trees
Salt-soddened
Hair and skin
From wild tides
Somnolent sighs
Tasting coconut milk
On sleeping lips
Tokyo teas
Jasmine tips the tongue
Cherry Blossom petals
Beneath sandaled feet
Delicate treats
Wooden shelter
By a bridge to nowhere
Into a dreamland of peace
Camargue nights
Savoring incarnadine wine
Big Dipper
Capturing hearts
Over a starry Rhone
Following us
As we float home
To rewind the day…
(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
Not until orchestral tones blend into the clouds
Not until every voice carries across the star-spangled sky
Not until the vivid spectrum of colors bleeds into the horizon
Will I be satisfied that life has reached perfection…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: horizon wallpaper
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
Emotions
Incantations
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
Warning
Merely a reminder
Immortality spawned from
Fiction, rhyme
Live the best you can
Within finite time
A never-long-enough
Lifespan…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: book & knot (cs)
Days of blues
Choosing to float
Through the land of fantasy
Fortunately
Necessaries in life
Make me aware
That I must take care
Of the visible part of
Existence
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
Together…
© 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)
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