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
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
