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FLYING FINGERS IN A STORM

DEDICATED TO DENISE FLETCHER & JAMES CORBESIA

 

Resonator road
Tin shack swamped
Sinking beneath
Vines and moss
Dueling guitars
Electronic sizzling
Thrift store treasure
Shoulda stayed there
But it competes against
Lightning spears
Searching the ground
In a wet backyard
Here’s the star
My acoustic tenor guitar
Smug and safe
No connections with
The storm
Although thunder roars louder
Than metal strings
But electric unplugs
Acoustic wins the
Aging game
With a hot patch
On osteo knobs
And now the music
Under the aegis of
Modern medical heat
Allows delicate fingers and tendons
To play and sing
For at least an hour
Lost in the bower
Of the space time forgot…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Dueling guitars

 

 

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DIOSCOREA BULBIFERA (AIR POTATOES)

Onomatopoeia of children’s games
Gorgeous click-click from glass marbles
Puh-puh jacks’ ball bounced
On a linoleum floor
Infantile “Ma-Ma” from a
Rubber-headed doll
Hhh-hhh raggedy breaths
Running around brick walls
Being “IT” in hide and seek
Glug-glug blowing bubbles in a
Cup of milk with a straw
Sounds of summer in the city
Some cooing from pigeons
Lots of horns raging against
Impossible traffic
Honkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Need noise traded
For soothing songs
Sometimes we get
What we wish for
Silent country nights and days
Where the rhythm changes to
Gentle chirps of wild birds
Muted staccato jackhammers from
Red-white-black woodpeckers
But then
A different noise
Tropical storm winds tearing at trees
Lightning crackling through the breeze
Thunder announcing air pressure dizziness
Rain like bullets on a tin-roof trailer
Culminating in the greatest sound of all
Grass growing
Listen and you will hear
Flowered weeds opening
And ubiquitous Dioscorea bulbifera
Air Potatoes
The vine that will pervade
Whatever gets in its way
Whether human-made
Or Nature’s own
Imitate the melody
Tongue clicking
Impersonating the sound
That what should be silence
Serves to confound…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Air Potato invading my fan and deck

 

 

COMPASS ROSE

 

Four directions

Places of spiritual power

Matching the elements

Representing strengthening towers

 

Those close to Nature

Traditionally mark

North as Earth

East as Air

South as Fire

West as water

 

Romani personalize

Cardinal directions

So to me

On the edge of the swamp

I think about my own life

And let it ripple out toward others

 

North as Fire

Direction of continental mountains

Metaphorically moving up

Element of Spirit

 

East as Earth

Growing across the peninsula

Over the dirt, farms, orchards

Element of Grounding

 

South as Air

Constellations clearly visible

Opening the Swamp trees curtain

Element of Communication

 

West as Water

Gulf of Mexico tidal pull

Sea and sand as one

Element of Emotions

 

Ceraunomancy requires familiarity

With symbolic directions

The interpretation of lightning

A natural phenomena

That recently became a

Source of terror

 

Yet I calmly walk outside

Avoiding the cloud-to-ground bolts

Asking it to dissipate

Sometimes it does

Sometimes it stays

On those days

I study the direction

Hoping for a connection

The message telling me

What I need to see

And perhaps fix:

 

Coming from the East?

Anchor yourself to the ground

Importance of roots

 

Coming from the West?

Then remain in harmony

Balance is the key

 

Coming from the South?

Celestial messages

The beauty of life

 

Coming from the North?

Reach to the highest power

No matter beliefs

 

Nature presents choices

Chanting her musical voices

Pointing the way, if we would only see…

 

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Compass Rose Cantino, Wikimedia Commons

LIGHT

 

Thunder is the voice

That tells us

What Lightning can do

Thunder markets the splendor

Of Lightning

Glossing over the

Assassination qualities

Of sizzling electricity

Disguising it with its own

Claps and rumbles

Acoustical wowing

While Lightning stealthily

Seeks victims

Sheltering under trees

Or sitting too near

Open windows

We gape at the razzle-dazzle

Light show

And quake at the thunderous noise

Missing the real danger

Almost reminiscent of a

Gaggle? Herd? Murder?

Of Presidential candidates…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Frank Delargy (Town N’ Country, Florida)

HOW I CELEBRATED THE SPRING EQUINOX

 

Nothing like riding a storm

To a flooded-out fish festival

Driving back out

Heat-seeking lightning bolts

Aiming for my car on US 19

Craving shelter, and food,

At Hudson Beach

Running for a rest room

As wind whips the umbrella

Out of my cold, wet hand

Only to find out it’s too early

For lunch on the beach

Waiting as time barely ticks

Gazing at the high tide

Crashing against the Gulf-wall

My hair caught between shivering lips

Needing to be heated up

But that not happening

So back home

Wet and spotted with mud

Nothing like a huge plate of

Foreign cholesterol

Shoveled quickly

Deliciously

Sinfully

Nothing like it all

To finally knock me out

From a sleepless night

As I lie wrapped in several sleeping bags

Dogs gathered around

Living their dreams

As we all dance through

Our own surrealistic adventures

While deep breathing through

A much-needed nap

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Seawall, no identification

 

 

STRIKE

Lightning_NOAA

See lightning flash

Count until the

Crack of thunder

Is heard

Divide by five

That is how to calculate

How many miles I stand

From where lightning struck

How many miles, but also

What made me select you

When there are different types:

Sheet, cloud-to-ground

Ground-to-cloud, Intracloud

Bolt-from-the-blue

I wonder while

Waiting for the strike

Dreading the pain

How much will it hurt?

Is it better to hide

Inside

Than take the chance

Of sky-soaring

Free-feeling

Sizzling among the flashes

Elated by the sight

Excited by the might

Emotional, death-defying

Gambling

Chancing electrocution of the heart?

Or is it better to bury it

Under the floorboards

Stay inside

Avoid the lightning

At all cost?

Either equates to the end…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)