loss

FADING FAST

 

Once upon
A cloudless morning
So like
A choir of angels
High soprano
Purity
Love
Optimism
Now stuck
Between the ranges
Not contralto
Not even
Mezzo-soprano
Frozen between
Desolated tones
Shuttered twilight
Discordant echo
Bruised and bloody time
Unable to heal
All wounds…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: STORMY OVER SWAMP TREES

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BARITONE UKULELE SONG IN PROGRESS

(WITH BASIC CHORDS–NEEDS LOTS OF WORK)

 

Am/ Is it our destiny to always be Em/ apart
Am/ Mending fragments of an empty Em/ heart
Dm/ Will we suffer, unable to Em/ touch
Dm/ Love and truth not meaning Em/ much
Am/ Why no gazing in each other’s Em/ eyes
Am/ Why no chance to weave faithful Em/ ties

 

CHORUS

 

A/ Never, never must we sever
G/ Esoteric linkings of us forever

 

Am/ Perhaps we’ll meet in a cold,dark Em/ place
Am/ Celestial bodies reflecting from each Em/ face
Dm/ Silver astral chords tethered to Em/ Earth
Dm/ Experiencing a long-awaited spiritual Em/ rebirth
Am/ Celebrating the moment we finally Em/ meet
Am/ Discarding the sadness of being Em/ incomplete

 

CHORUS

 

A/ Never, never must we sever
G/ Esoteric linkings of us forever

 

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
Baritone Ukulele D, G, B, E

LITERARY CRUSH

I stand with Emily

She created the perfect man

It’s not that he’s wild and free

Not that he’s handsome as can be

Not even the bad boy syndrome

Attracts me

He’s the man

Who loves his woman

Exclusively

Oh, the words:

 

“Do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life… I cannot live without my soul!” Heathcliff to Cathy, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

 

So, okay, I know it’s silly

But there he is

Larger than life

In love and not afraid to say it

I’d rather be poor

Lying in purple moors

With imaginary Heathcliff

Than trapped in a secure bed

Lost and alone

In a loveless home…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: North York Moors (no attribution)

THE FICKLENESS OF RAIN

 

Promised rain a no-show

Bypassed or waylaid

In the night

Discovered more amenable

Latitude

Longitude

Gracing a different

Garden of flowers

Then, didn’t appear

In the light

Of desperate day

Rain has choices

In constant movement

Spreading itself across

Willing harems

Flowers, though

Are rooted

Nowhere to go

All things change

For the rain

But the blossoms sadly fade away…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

FRAGMENT FOR A BARITONE UKULELE (or mandolin) SONG:

fog-wrapped palm by my swamp 2 yrs ago

DECIDED TO ADD ON A ROUGH DRAFT OF WHAT WILL BE THE BODY OF THE SONG:

Year after year

Our lives so dear

You disappeared

Taking my heart

We’re forever apart

As you stay locked

In the wood of the tree

Never to be free

Lost hearts of Palm…

 

Playing one day

Polished obsidian ball

Our two faces reflected

Happiness and perfection

 

You invented words

In a foreign tongue

I laughed, joined in

We chanted, having fun

 

Suddenly gone…

You are suddenly gone

Suddenly gone from me

 

Never did I dream

You’d be so close

Locked away in wood

Brown and gray

 

I thought I’d dreamed you

And then awoke

Until one foggy morning

I heard your voice

 

So far away

And yet so close

Heard your voice

Calling my name

 

Found an axe

But you shouted “No!”

The bark, the leaves, the heart of palm

Part of you

 

Found that old obsidian ball

Polished, washed, sun drenched

Held it next to my heart

Whispered my love

 

Nothing, nothing

(Please, please)

Silence from the swamp trees

 

Words, what words

Did we say

That terrible day

I ask, but you no longer answer

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Two views of my palm tree 2015 & 2017

(it sure did grow/as if it holds the key/to my happiness)

 

 

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DISINTEGRATION

STRANGE, WROTE THIS LAST YEAR AND WOKE UP, ONE YEAR LATER, FEELING THE SAME SENSE OF LOSS.  ASTROLOGICAL…?

 

Changing, changing,

Sixth sense sounding

Like a warning siren

Me, like the Earth,

Fracked into fragments

Pieces of ice

Like spilled trays from the freezer

Broken up

Reflecting burning

UV rays from fiery space

Water leaking over

An aging landscape

The elements rebelling

Changing, changing,

Nothing will ever be the same…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Break up of Arctic, Discover Magazine Blog