space

WHERE’S DAVID BOWIE WHEN WE NEED HIM?

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Why write a poem

About a Starman

When Bowie already did it

Like a SciFi author

Predicting the future

But gotta tell you

I believe there is

A sexy energy

In that suit

Orbiting

In his red Tesla

And oh

Aside from the

Incredible

Momentous

Meaning of the SpaceX

Launch

The Falcon Heavy Take-off

The girl in me

Just wants to be

Sitting by his side

As we ride

Across the vast place

Called space

Heading for the dance

Pulsing from the sun

At long last, romance…

 (c) 2018 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: STARMAN (accuweather.com)
https://youtu.be/tRcPA7Fzebw YouTube David Bowie, Starman
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TRIANGULATION

 

Searching neighborhood grids
Spreading state-to-state
Sectors of the country
Braving mountainous runaway truck ramps
Trekking through petroglyphic canyons
Primeval swamps
Gazing at city cell towers
Pulsing out your locale
Never an intimation
Move on
Over continental shelves
Navigating in Babel-ese
But still
No sign
Move on
Until
Standing on a deserted plain
Observatory open to
Moonlit wind
Telescope probing the aethers
The faintest buzz
Emits
Through navy blue
And yellow, too
Across the sky table
Looking like spilled sugar
In spiral glory
Then I hear you
In our milky galaxy
The pulse
The sign
You are mine
As you signal
From a triangular prison
And we whisper
Loneliness, be gone…

(c) 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Milky Way, NASA

FOR THE TOTAL SOLAR ECLIPSE (AUGUST 21, 2017)

 

 

Week of dress rehearsals

On the cosmic stage

Meteors lighting up

Countless trails blazed

 

Planets whirling backwards

Magnetic storms arrive

Constellations stretch their legs

Stars come alive

 

Wandering down aisles of life

Seeking answers for my heart

Searching for the perfect soul

Existence needs a fresh start

 

Ah, the Moon, overshadowing the Sun

Interfering with the brightness of Earth

Astronomical reasons meaningless

When we question our lonely worth

 

Eclipses demand tribute

So we question all intentions

Who is real, who is true

Who is a self-invention

 

Wandering down aisles of life

Searching for my matching soul

Eclipses mean new beginnings

O, celestial bodies, make me whole…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Full Solar Eclipse 1999 (Wikipedia)

 

AGING WITH ORION

 

Missing Orion, but he will soon return to the Northern Hemisphere skies…

(I) ORION AT TWENTY
After meditating in Neolithic darkness
A tranquil universe is born
While camping at the folk festival
Guitars and violins
Chants and poems echo
With a new moon making visible
Stars and planets joining Orion
In his nightly romp up high
Through the speckled night sky
Venus, Mars, Pleiades
(Those seven sisters smiling upon us)

(II) ORION AT FORTY:
When Orion peels himself off
The black backdrop of the celestial ceiling
And his dog Sirius herds him to my door
I will shake the star-dusted golden glitter
From the halo of hair that I wear free and curly
And as the earthy music soars and sinks
While minor chords weave a robe so warm
I will sharpen the dagger hanging from his waist
And welcome the result of being chased
By the winter Star Man who has come at last…

(III) ORION AT SIXTY
Navy blue Southern sky so reachable
Here he is, once again, tonight
Stretched out, over my head
My legs apart, as wide as his
Dog at my heels
Lift my arms and double high five him
Balance deserts as I stumble into a terracotta pot of ginger
No dignity in old age
But my hands, for a brief blink of time, touched the stars

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems, Wildsound Video read by performer

 

MAGNETISM OF THE UNIVERSE (4-7-17)

 

Virginids a week early

Or April’s Sigma Leonids?

Lift my eyes

To the skies

And there they explode

Into the darkness

Bits and pieces

Winding their way down

Into my net of stars

Floating atop my

Cauldron of warmth

Capturing the space debris

A gift for me

A wish

Whatever I fancy

Will appear within the year…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Virginids Meteor Shower, Ad Astra La Palma

 

PERIHELION (January 4, 2017)

 

Earth closest to the sun in winter

Tropic of Capricorn

Tossing out snow

Earth farthest from the sun in summer

Tropic of Cancer

Feels like a lava flow

All in the tilt

Tilted away, the sun chases

Demanding Earth not turn her back

Tilted toward, the sun ignores

Spurning her approaching track

Interesting how you,

Like the sun,

Reject me when I’m sirening

Yet desire me

On those days

I choose to be apart

And hide my heart

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image:NASA, Information: Bruce McClure, EarthSky

PROVOCATION

 

Hints tossed into the air

Where they land, you don’t care

You challenge me

Flinging your metal gauntlet

Floating, no gravity

Where is the anchor

Of sincerity

Meaningless sarcasm

Empty invitation

Ego an exploding

Bubble of noxious gas

If I accept

You can claim

My misunderstanding

Of your words

Silent in the void

Of space

Where all promises die

In an airless universe

Folding upon itself

Stop issuing meaningless demands

A source of intellectual enjoyment to you

But just another lie echoing

Garbled in space

Strangling my heart…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: cold space/dailywallpaper.com

MERCURY

 

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New wordplay

On a Mercury Retrograde day

Freddie Mercury

Now the eponymous owner

Of an asteroid

Named by his lead guitarist

Turned Astrophysicist

Brian May

 

Who among us crazy music lovers

Didn’t at one time

Howl out:  Scaramouch, Scaramouch

Can you do the fandango

While driving caffeinated

Through dark dawns

Music momentarily transforming us

Into Superman

Before arriving at work to

Become meek and mild Clark Kent

 

What good news

At a time when Mercury whirls backwards

Tripping up communications and travel

I’m sure I saw the asteroid last night

Peering into a sky of delight

It is our turn to rock you, Freddie

We will…we will…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

YouTube video https://youtu.be/fJ9rUzIMcZQ Queen (Bohemian Rhapsody)

 

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EYES DRINKING YOU

 

Way down low

On the Southern horizon

According to my handy planisphere

Appears the Teapot

Eight-star “asterism”

Meaning a group of stars

Too big to be a cluster

Too small to be a constellation

Sagittarius, that mighty centaur

Traveling with his own kettle

 

Stumbling out at midnight

My infamous pack of hounds

Howling at the moon

My neighbors forced to open doors

Allowing their better-trained dogs

To join the joyful song

 

Groggy from sleep

I gaze at the teapot

Beautifully visible

Without my myopia-cursed glasses

I crave some Russian Caravan tea

Smoky from bamboo

Full of caffeine

 

Then imagine Scorpius

Swinging stinging tail

Watching Capricornus and Aquarius

Surrounding the Teapot

Thinking of the anomaly

Of winter constellations

Appearing in my 90 degree yard

Remembering that the Southern Hemisphere

Is deep in winter

Wondering if they see these

Or are they gazing at our summer ones

In their darkened sky

 

Lost in the vastness of space

A mystery I lovingly embrace

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

JUNO REACHES JUPITER 7-5-16

 

A mere five years

For the NASA space probe

To reach the giant’s orbit

Aptly named Jupiter

Largest solar system planet

King of the mythological gods

A wife-cheater

Wrapping himself in clouds

To hide his activities

But Juno, a goddess with

Her own special powers

Was able to see through the billowing mass

Revealing his true nature

It’s what I love about the myths

They are an amazing sociological record

Of human conduct

That has not changed

Since humans first learned the art of recording

Behavior, thoughts, emotions

By word or by painting

By song or by scraping clay tablets

Eventually figuring out the all-important

Method of ancient papers and ink

So what does this have to do with space expeditions?

We’re peering through the clouds

Jupiter’s behavior no longer a mystery

It’s an achingly long way to find other worlds

When ours is depleted

Beginning with the telescope in 1608

Mapping out the route

Way-stations to planets like ours

We won’t be part of the exodus

But future generations will be

Stopping off at Jupiter for refueling

Heading toward other solar systems

Full of hope while continuing

The long tradition of exploration

I like it…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: NASA Juno and Jupiter