fantasy

THE HERMIT/KAPURI W-I-P

So sure we were meant
To be together
But when I searched,
The Book
Was checked out of the Akhashic Library
Then I knew
All true in my mind
But never yours
Never a part of
What Must Be
You were never here with me

Scratching the moss from a rock
Our names appear entwined…

Lonely fantasizers
Fighting the addiction
Like losing a best friend
No more pretending
You
Merely a hologram projection
Particles and light
Visiting me in the night
I imagined being loved
Being happy
Instead of being lost
But how can I blame
What isn’t there
Except in my mind
Me
Can only blame myself
Can only be by myself
Reclusive in reality
And in fantasy

Fantasy traded for introspection
Also a solo endeavor…

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(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: HERMIT, non-attributed Tarot Card (Full Moon Tarot blog)
& Kapuri, Drom Ek Romani

ASPIE ASPECT

The Aspie aspect of me
Conjures up scenarios
Twisting and turning
Through my neurodiversity
Sometimes making them real
They’re so logically true
But when up against
Neurotypicality
So-called reality
Tells me I’m wrong
Am I? I ask myself
How do we know
What is below
The river’s surface?
How do we decide
If there be dragons
Who comfortably abide
In the corners of the world?
Is it a lie?
Maybe I’m neuroacceptant…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: James E. Grey Preserve Withlachascotee River

REPERCUSSIONS (Cezanne, Gauguin, Monet, and Van Gogh)

 

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)

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TRANSFERENCE

 

Daydreamed owning

A magic spatula

Carefully dug a circle

Around the back yard,

Adjacent swamp

And like a pancake

Slid and lifted

(Didn’t flip it, though)

Then placed it

In your world

A piece of me

In you

Familiarity

Keeps me safe

But willing to walk out the gate

When you ask…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Hard Rock Café Guitar Spatula

WIP UKULELE SONG #16

F/Wanna crawl C/inside your Dm/body

Am/Crawl in  C/side your D/mind

F/Bask in C/side your Dm/emotions

Am/Your sacred C/spirit to D/find

 

CHORUS (in couplets)

 

C/Oh for our F/dark eyes to D/meet

C/life F/berry-pie D/sweet

C/Oh to taste F/and finally D/feel

D/Baby let’s F/make it C/real

 

F/What are the C/magic words Dm/I need

Am/To make you C/part of D/me

F/Just want you C/real and Dm/solid

Am/Not some C/hell-sent D/fantasy

 

(CHORUS?)

 (c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Walmart in the morning, damp & rain in the afternoon, exaggerated dreams of composing but still, it’s a nice way to end the day! 

PARACOSM

 

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)

UNTENDED

 

Two years of an unappreciated garden

Now all gone to unremitting green and brown

How I long for reds and blues

The day sobs out for vibrancy

Need something rare as a hummingbird

Spotted without tear-stained spectacles

Porky-Pig-pink flowers reaching for the sun

But it all takes work

Fertilizer brings relief while wrecking aquifers

So sandy soil

Once the bottom of the Gulf

Holds out for salty seaweeds

Blooming algae

Leaving me a blistering memory

Of our once-fertile

Yet fantasy-driven

Love

Impatient for reality,

Should have known it would be

Achingly

Nutrient-poor

And empty…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  John Everett Millais – Ophelia

THREE-IN-ONE

You ask the identity of my fantasy man

Hardly hesitating, I reply:

I am his canvas of fecund fields

Pierced by passionate suns

Van Gogh impressions of yellow and green

I am his guitar strings

Played by his tongue

Set on fire and worshiped

As only Hendrix’s music could careen

Along scales never before heard or seen

I am his epic poem of alliterative lines

That old Pagan Beowulf poet

Writer, reciter, loving me

Anonymously

These three

As one

Someday you will come…

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© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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WHO ARE YOU?

 

**scroll down for a YouTube video**

 

Wondered if you are autistic

Like me

But can’t be, you lie

A Lot

Maybe you’re into a fantasy world

So it’s not deception

Just another guise

Across the page unfurled

Who are you, I wonder

The real you, that is

Or are the personas

All separate mosaics

Different names

Different elements

Producing patterns of

Universal familiarity

Ah, well, who can tell

Impossible to define real

We might as well be

Imprisoned in a prism

Facets of colors

Begging to be free

Perhaps someday

Our lights will collide

Inventing a new shade

On the spectrum…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Gandee Vasan/Stone/Getty Images

 

YouTube video: Who Are You, Fifth Harmony  https://youtu.be/hnhtI6IV9N0