Poems require eyes in a face
Can’t write about someone
Invisibly leaving a blank space
Only been loved
By wind, rain and birds
So I produce words
For what I can see
From photos of others
Or what appears in front of me…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Crow amulet
Diminished into
Invisibility
Miniaturized
Seeking affirmation
Of existence
Go in search of
Society’s mirrors
Lacy peach stone
With intricate cells
Like living spaces
For the atomic-sized
Seems a good starting point
Bang on their doors
No one sees the invisible
No one hears the truthful
Oh, yes,
Peach stones
Lovely yet toxic
Ah someone sees me
Someone beyond the small stone
Laughing child
Aiming for the sky
Gleefully kicking it
Pointing
As it orbits his world
Ending in a splashdown
In a polluted, overfilled gutter
Draining into the sewers
Of the city’s heart…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
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