haiku

HAIKU STACK (TO BE JOLLY)

song-in-progress (can I write a so-called “jolly song” in melancholy Minor chords?)

‘Tis now the season
For buckets of red and green
(Florida dreaming)

Soon the shortest day
Sun’s declination stands still
Candles light the night

Wind and coolness but
This Sunshine State is snowless
(December dreaming)

Golden music plays
Red birds blending with berries
Green floratam sleeps

‘Tis now the season
For energy in coolness
(Florida dreaming)

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Bucket of red and green

YOU CAME BACK! (Haiku Stack)

mosquito control
is an elected office
how crazy is that?

last on the spray list
dead-ending into the swamp
malathion? no!

surely it’s water
mosquitoes more numerous
they bite and i scratch

but what a surprise
after over a decade
bats in the twilight!

three against the sky
echolocating dinner
nature’s pesticide…

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: bats at dusk, creative commons

HAIKU (BUTTON BOX SORTILEGE)

Trinkets collected
Tactile and vibrational
Replacing tarot

Button box contents
Imbued with spiritual thoughts
Provide sound guidance

A guitar-shaped spoon
Conveyance of Nature’s gifts
Security roots

Earth is survival
Balance food and drink cravings
Healthful harmony

Smothered emotions
Denial not always wise
Concede pain and heal

Water perceives pain
Let the tide carry it out
And begin anew

All birds rule the sky
Drifting feathers are symbols
To rise above fear

Air is mindful life
Thought a logical process
Remember to soar

A John Lennon coin
Perfectionist musician
His image says, “Do!”

Fire is spirit
Music bridges body-soul
Practice makes perfect

After decades of reading cards, interpreting tea leaves and coffee grounds, plotting
astrological charts, numerological studies, elemental skrying, and welcoming in the
new century by using an internet random number generator to receive guidance in this sometimes-overwhelming life, I craved a different way to divine. So I combined my favorite pastime, looking and touching and dreaming over the 4-dimensional
contents of my button box that, of course, contains more than buttons. I don’t
wear anything with buttons anyway. Just slide shirts or tunics over my head and
ready for the day. So here’s what I do: close my eyes and whatever I touch first
is brought to light. I hold it think about it, imbue it with my physical and
spiritual body shell. Depending on how complicated the question is, or the answer
I require, I may continue to choose four (one for each element) or ten (like a
beginner’s tarot reading) or whatever I have time for. This is what I found,
to share with you, via haiku.

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: My button box