Earth Day

EARTH DAY (APRIL 22 and every day)

Despite date rapists

Feeding her chemicals

For quiet pliancy

Despite thieves

Stealing her jewels

Of gold, silver, uranium

Hidden in her

Deep, dark pockets

Despite ripping at her

Strongly skillful hands

Lovingly tending the roots

Of trees

That shelter, oxygenate, and feed

Of weeds

Intrinsic providers for healing

Of fruits and vegetables

To nourish her hungry children

Through it all

Her molten core

Fecund to the end

Like a Baby Boomer

Listening to the music

In her soul

Dancing, singing

Shouting out

“I am the mother

Of you all

And will never die”

Because the future holds

Glorious consensual couplings

With water, air, fire

And while they helplessly fail

To protect her now

She maintains her sanity

Knowing what is right

And she will never give up…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: earth-greens

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EARTH DAY APRIL 22

(originally posted 3-21-16)

Despite date rapists

Feeding her chemicals

For quiet pliancy

Despite thieves

Stealing her jewels

Of gold, silver, uranium

Hidden in her

Deep, dark pockets

Despite ripping at her

Strongly skillful hands

Lovingly tending the roots

Of trees

That shelter, oxygenate, and feed

Of weeds

Intrinsic providers for healing

Of fruits and vegetables

To nourish her hungry children

Through it all

Her molten core

Fecund to the end

Like a Baby Boomer

Listening to the music

In her soul

Dancing, singing

Shouting out

“I am the mother

Of you all

And will never die”

Because the future holds

Glorious consensual couplings

With water, air, fire

And while they helplessly fail

To protect her now

She maintains her sanity

Knowing what is right

And she will never give up…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: earth-greens

HAMMOCK MYSTERIES

(originally posted 2-25-16)

Two-day old crescent above the

Withlacoochee River hammocks

Not much illumination

Especially for seekers of

Cryptic or everyday

Mysteries

People mysteries

Involving love and life and death

But the hammocks have their own problems

As the sea level rises in this

World of climate change

Trees drown

Fish and wildlife dwindle

So maybe they all seek

Answers in their

Bowers of earth

Castles of overheated water

Crisping nests of dead leaves

No time for love when struggling

To find food and stay alive

We are kin to other species

Suffering alike

On this changing planet

Awaiting illumination

That is in a cycle of deep sleep

How to wake it up…?

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Withlacoochee River Hammock

 

EARTH DAY PREP

 

(originally published 4-16-15)

 

Shoveling chicken manure from coops

Bagging rabbit manure from cages

Pitchforking horse manure from riding stables

Picking up paddies from dairy farms

Lots of dung, excrement, guano, droppings

Whatever the euphemism, it’s quite a load

Anything, though, to alter the beach sand

Composting the backyard garden

Feeding the earth to do what it does best:

Producing, gifting us with food

But in time, despite the layers of grime

It reverts back to gritty grains

Perhaps the message from Earth is

Move on…

 

(c) 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: New Port Richey Recycled Mulch Pile

W-I-P for EARTH DAY

 

Despite date rapists

Feeding her chemicals

For quiet pliancy

Despite thieves

Stealing her jewels

Of gold, silver, uranium

Hidden in her

Deep, dark pockets

Despite ripping at her

Strongly skillful hands

Lovingly tending the roots

Of trees

That shelter, oxygenate, and feed

Of weeds

Intrinsic providers for healing

Of fruits and vegetables

To nourish her hungry children

Through it all

Her molten core

Fecund to the end

Like a Baby Boomer

Listening to the music

In her soul

Dancing, singing

Shouting out

“I am the mother

Of you all

And will never die”

Because the future holds

Glorious consensual couplings

With water, air, fire

And while they helplessly fail

To protect her now

She maintains her sanity

Knowing what is right

And she will never give up…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: free stock image

NAKED POETRY

Jean-Baptiste-Camille_Corot_-_Orphée_(modification)

Oh, Orpheus, come to me

I am Eurydice

Needing a poem of such beauty

That Hades will set me free

Challenge of the poet:

Creating words that resonate nakedly

In a world where visuals and auditories

Instantly gratify by using

Music or illustration

What chance does the simple word have?

Ancient bards sang their work

Strong voices kept the listeners listening

A YouTube video is a modern substitute

Memorable lyrics used since language began

Poetry, word painting

Clearer with illustration

Older books included pictures

Today, we Photoshop a VanGogh

Enhancing the poetry experience

Nudging the imagination of the reader

Is it possible in modern times

To reach others merely with words?

Once, only a select few read

Now, everyone—almost—reads

How to write for each audience?

Orpheus, you led us to be free

But turned around to look at me

And once again I vanished by Hades’ decree

Was I not to be loved as much as your poetry?

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: COROT: ORPHEE

EARTH DAY PREP (APRIL 22, 2015)

NPR free mulch pile

Shoveling chicken manure from coops

Bagging rabbit manure from cages

Pitchforking horse manure from riding stables

Picking up paddies from dairy farms

Lots of dung, excrement, guano, droppings

Whatever the euphemism, it’s quite a load

Anything, though, to alter the beach sand

Composting the backyard garden

Feeding the earth to do what it does best:

Producing, gifting us with food

But in time, despite the layers of grime

It reverts back to gritty grains

Perhaps the message from Earth is

Move on…

Image: New Port Richey Recycled Mulch Pile