nightsky

TORTILLA TOAST

1 scrambled egg
1 small tortilla
Snowed under
Ground black pepper
Nuke 2 minutes
Cayenne pepper to blush the
Van Gogh yellows
Bowlful of black coffee
What a morning it’ll be
Especially
While communing with Orion
At 5 in the dark
All that’s missing is a cigarette
25 years since we parted
But wild dill showers
In morning dew
Spread scent to rival
Nicotine
And I am content…

(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: low-cal breakfast at 5 a.m.

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NIGHT SKY MEMOIR

Living in Philly
My night sky
Was the ceiling of
The Fels Planetarium
In the Benjamin Franklin Institute
Slouched in the gray theater seats
Neck comfortably straight
While head tipped upward
I’d get chills when the room darkened
And we school kids would stop talking
And the stars would begin to greet us
Like actors slowly wondering
If the audience would adore them
And when we’d applaud
Because the show was FINALLY beginning
The stars, planets, meteors, comets, moons
And all those performers
Playing their celestial roles
Hidden to city children
Living in cement jungles
With streetlights every 500 feet
All those performers
Would put their hearts into
Brightening the night sky
(although still sunny outside)
And my heart would race
As I drifted in space
Not listening to the lecturer
Because no one could top the stories
I told myself
About the constellations
Talking to me via vibrations
For all those years
I never saw the sky
Time tempestuously passed
And I found myself sitting
With my very young sons
Also stretched and bruised
On the concrete of childhood
Their excitement matched mine
As the room darkened
And then I knew
There must be very few
In this world
Who didn’t long to stride across
The canvas of our universe…

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(c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Fels Planetarium, Ben Franklin Institute (Rittenhouse Astronomical Society) and My Ukulele and Stars

“SPIRITS ARE USING ME…”

Southern Cross–Crux–once again visible in my Florida backyard!  Wanted to write a new poem but my old one says it best:

 

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Ancient museum piece
Finding its way
From saline, sunken galleon
To pristine, icy backdrop
Of the sky’s exhibit
Southern Cross
Crux!
Visible in the Northern Hemisphere
And all I can hear
Is Stephen Stills’ voice
Hitting those high notes
Thinking about how many times
I, too, have fallen
No thought of crucifixion
Redemption
Religion
Although a brief vision
Of the tarot’s Hanged Man
Sacrifice
Flashes through my exploding mind
Crux!
On April 8 at one in the morning
Florida, Hawaii and Texas
Are given the gift
From the Southern Hemisphere
Of their circumpolar Crux
Always above the horizon
The Earth poised just right
Stars gracing my life in the night…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Miniature Worlds Sublime

YouTube video Southern Cross, Crosby, Stills & Nash
https://youtu.be/iuLBhxZUkmU

“SPIRITS ARE USING ME…”

REPOST UPON SEEING THE SOUTHERN CROSS AT MIDNIGHT 3-15-17


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Ancient museum piece

Finding its way

From saline, sunken galleon

To pristine, icy backdrop

Of the sky’s exhibit

Southern Cross

Crux!

Visible in the Northern Hemisphere

And all I can hear

Is Stephen Stills’ voice

Hitting those high notes

Thinking about how many times

I, too, have fallen

No thought of crucifixion

Redemption

Religion

Although a brief vision

Of the tarot’s Hanged Man

Sacrifice

Flashes through my exploding mind

Crux!

On April 8 at one in the morning

Florida, Hawaii and Texas

Are given the gift

From the Southern Hemisphere

Of their circumpolar Crux

Always above the horizon

The Earth poised just right

Stars gracing my life in the night

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Miniature Worlds Sublime

 YouTube video Southern Cross, Crosby, Stills & Nash https://youtu.be/iuLBhxZUkmU

IMAGE: Crux, Pinterest (not one internet image is as majestic as the real thing)

CANIS MAJOR & MINOR (THE NIGHT OF THE DOGS)

Tonight

Appearing in the

Northern Hemisphere

Canis Major

Greater Dog

Known as Sirius

The brightest star

Named for the Egyptian god Osiris

Ruler of life, death, fertility and plant rebirth

Also visible is

Canis Minor

Lesser Dog

Known as Procyon

Both stars

Halfway between Orion

And Earth

So wanting to be with

Us aching humans

Helplessly watching our dogs

Over the years

Trek to the skies

As we bid goodbye

It is not such a huge leap of imagination

To think that our best friends

Have come to reassure us

Sniffing, smiling

As only their species can do

A joyously unique

Modus vivendi

Telling us yes,

We are happy in a new life

As we light the way

For those who are

Lost

Lonely

Herding them back

Before they go astray

So let us remember our dogs

Today…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: Earth Sky

FIVE PLANETS AND A FULL HUNGER MOON

 

Took an old poem and wrote a song for my new (yeah, tacky) concert ukulele. Chord feedback/suggestions definitely welcome!

 

(Am)Five planets and a full Hunger (C)Moon

(C)Merely a meaningless magical (Am)rune

 

(G)Dangling above my sorrowful (C)head

(C)Making me wish I was (G)dead

 

(G)Dawn breaks in a Bluesy (C)sky

(C)Here I am, trying not to (G)cry

 

(F)Same as a Weeping Willow, rooted (C)below

(C)Heart cold and lost like an icy (F)floe

 

(G)Unlike the Moon, I do not hunger for (C)food

(C)Need a way out of my (G)solitude

 

(G)How might I cope with your (C)desertion?

(C)Why would I want to continue your (G)coercion?

 

(Am)Five planets and a full Hunger (C)Moon

(C)Merely a meaningless magical (Am)rune

 

(G)Retrograde planets add to your harsh (C)words

(C)Mercury and Jupiter whirling (G)backwards

 

(G)Venus, Saturn and also (C)Mars

(C)Add strife to the male-female (G)spars

 

(F)Love has become something (C)ephemeral

(C)Creating an atmosphere stifling and (F)sterile

 

(G)Like a nocturnal mammal I scurry (C)around

(C)Shivering on the muddy (G)ground

 

(G)Not sure what to do (C)anymore

(C)Bright Antares and Spica I (G)ignore

 

(Am)Five planets and a Full Hunger (C)Moon

(C)Merely a meaningless magical (Am)rune

(Am)Merely a meaningless magical (C) rune

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) both lyrics and chords

IMAGE:  My new concert ukulele

 

 

“SPIRITS ARE USING ME…”

 

(scroll down for YouTube video)

 

Ancient museum piece

Finding its way

From saline, sunken galleon

To pristine, icy backdrop

Of the sky’s exhibit

Southern Cross

Crux!

Visible in the Northern Hemisphere

And all I can hear

Is Stephen Stills’ voice

Hitting those high notes

Thinking about how many times

I, too, have fallen

No thought of crucifixion

Redemption

Religion

Although a brief vision

Of the tarot’s Hanged Man

Sacrifice

Flashes through my exploding mind

Crux!

On April 8 at one in the morning

Florida, Hawaii and Texas

Are given the gift

From the Southern Hemisphere

Of their circumpolar Crux

Always above the horizon

The Earth poised just right

Stars gracing my life in the night

 

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

YouTube video Southern Cross, Crosby, Stills & Nash

https://youtu.be/iuLBhxZUkmU

 

IMAGE: Crux, Pinterest (not one internet image is as beautiful as the real thing)

BLIND DATE

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One pink, lavender and turquoise evening

Thought I heard a voice calling my name

Stared through the setting sun, neck cricked

And suddenly the sky was indigo, red and purple

My name still floating through the colors

At full dark I shook my head, hard

As celestial shapes gravitated toward

A chain and dangled like the finest charm bracelet

Sun, Moon, Planets, Comets, Meteors, Constellations

Jingling as if wrapped around a slender wrist

Then flung through space, now a black velvet jewelry box

Classically soft and rich

Spreading across the sky

Watching the bracelet reform

Into a shape that could only be

(If I followed the dots with a sky pencil)

The man meant for me

And as if a gentle inhalation

Breathed me up, up, up

I felt my human form float

Touching the once upon a time bracelet form

Feeling him become more substantial

As the celestial charms solidified into

The man meant for me

Embracing, we floated down

Like the finest feathers

Woven together

And that is how we first met

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)