pollution

BACK IN A FEW DAYS? WEEKS?

I will be taking a few days (weeks?) away from social media, although friends and family think I won’t last 3 minutes.  I have a poetry project that I just can’t seem to complete.  I will try to catch up with your always-wonderful blogs and posts but in case I don’t, feel free to draw my attention to them anytime.  My email is posted on my WordPress “About” page.  If you follow me on FB or are a friend, you can find my gmail address and new phone number on that “About” page.  I love text messages more than phone conversations but will do both.

 

I leave you now with two reblogs of my poems for World Water Day (March 22nd).  Have a wonderful week!

 

❤ Clarissa/Viata/Poeturja

REPOST FOR WORLD WATER DAY 3-22-17

 

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE, NOR ANY DROP TO DRINK*

 

Salt scent sending messages

From the Atlantic Ocean

A body of water that might be

The end of the world

Because who knows what’s really through

The vanishing point?

 

Fishy fragrance floating

From the green seaweed

Although the Gulf of Mexico

Has its share of redness

Also known as the Red Tide

Destroyer of manatees and fish.

 

Storm runoff pollutes

Sulphur Springs’ once-healing water

Filling dangerous sink holes

Sucking cars and people

Into shifting sands meant

To be a beach, not a city.

 

Hydroelectric power produced

By a Florida-Georgia dam

Where Lake Seminole and others

Contribute their fresh water

Lovely parks, lots of fish

Share the energizing of air conditioners.

 

Shallow-water well weeps

In my backyard, famous Florida aquifers

Water-filled layers of earth

Over 31,000 areas of known

Groundwater contamination

Better not get mine tested, ignorance is bliss…

 

© 2015 ViataMaja, WATER

 

*Title based on The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

Romanian Gypsies

ROMANI PRAYER (WORLD WATER DAY MARCH 22ND)

 

Dig, dig, send down the pipes

Share with us the

Holiness of water

A Madonna in blue

Sheltering inside Mother Earth

There for all to share

Yet, although we believe,

This saint eludes us

Poor Gypsies

Living on trash heaps

That are surely

The vomit of a sick mother

Who no longer has the strength

To bless us with her fresh springs

We poor, living as if in war

Send down the pipes

Pray for the rights

That belong to all humans

Except us…

(c) 2015 ViataMaja, WATER

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2285796/Romanian-gypsies-living-condemned-ghetto-mayor-built-wall-around.html

 

 

 

WATER WEAKNESS

Despite red tides and

Sewer plant pollution

Negative ions on the beach

Continue to work their magic

On my mood

Decompressing

Feeling okay with being alone

Feeling energized enough

To face the day

Perhaps when one of

Nature’s elements

Is endangered

The other three

Collaborate

Working extra hard to

Balance the Earth

And those of us rooted

Into the beach bleached loam

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Robert Rees Park, Green Key, Florida

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE, NOR ANY DROP TO DRINK*

red tide serc.crleton.edu

Salt scent sending messages

From the Atlantic Ocean

A body of water that might be

The end of the world

Because who knows what’s really through

The vanishing point?

 

Fishy fragrance floating

From the green seaweed

Although the Gulf of Mexico

Has its share of redness

Also known as the Red Tide

Destroyer of manatees and fish.

 

Storm runoff pollutes

Sulphur Springs’ once-healing water

Filling dangerous sink holes

Sucking cars and people

Into shifting sands meant

To be a beach, not a city.

 

Hydroelectric power produced

By a Florida-Georgia dam

Where Lake Seminole and others

Contribute their fresh water

Lovely parks, lots of fish

Share the energizing of air conditioners.

 

Shallow-water well weeps

In my backyard, famous Florida aquifers

Water-filled layers of earth

Over 31,000 areas of known

Groundwater contamination

Better not get mine tested, ignorance is bliss…

 

© 2015 ViataMaja, WATER

 

*Title based on The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Samuel Taylor Coleridge