WATER

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

 

 

 

LAST NIGHT’S STORM 1-22-17

What do the gods of the Gulf

Want to say

We who have angered them

Coating their gifts in black oil

Whom did the Tocabaga tribes appease

Something we must learn

Because hurricane weather

In mid-January Florida

Winds morphing into

Tornado watches

Sheet lightning

Jealously stealing electric power

Thunder drowning out

Life’s background music

Flooding rains merely

Angry tears from

The ninth largest body of water

In the world is

A message

A warning

The element of water

Deserves respect

The gods have a sense of humor

Smiling as they hear laughter from

A pool in Singapore

An infinite swim atop the world

Loving murmurs from

A bedroom beneath the sea

In a Dubai modern Atlantis

Famous voluptuous bodies

Of water

Meant for the good life

Meant for play

Bodies, whether

Animal

Water

Have specific needs

A body ages

A body craves peace…

dubai-atlantis-underwater-resort

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Dubai underwater Atlantis Resort

IMAGE: Singapore Marina Bay Sands Infinity Pool

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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*

(Annual World Water Day Poem)

 

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…

 

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

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens, Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

IMAGE: Red Tide in Florida, dailymail.co.uk

 

 

ROMANI PRAYER

ANNUAL POEM FOR WORLD WATER DAY MARCH 19:

 

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 partake

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…

 

© 2015 Mirrored Voices: Best Contemporary Poetry (Paul Morabito/Clarissa Simmens)

© 2015 Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems (Clarissa Simmens)

 

 

NO, NOTHING WILL CHANGE

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While looking at the photograph of

The Governor with mad-like eyes

I hear him saying, Jim Jonesingly,

(As if the year is once again 1978)

“Go ahead, drink the Kool-Aid. Trust me”

Perhaps it is my over-active imagination

But I confess, I do obsess, over others’ eyes

 

His state’s Department of Environmental Protection

Is not permitted to use the words

“Climate Change” or “Global Warming”

Strange, I thought 1984

Occurred 31 years ago?

 

His state is my state

I did not vote for him

His ideas do not align with mine

Can this be considered

Taxation without representation?

 

One would think that the

Peninsular state’s vulnerability

To storm surges and rising sea levels

Would encourage leaders to

Embrace the opportunity

To study land protection

Instead of waging war

Over semantics

Knowledge is what we seek

Why has the debate shifted to buzz words?

 

“Always look to the eyes,”

My Romani Gran insisted

Hectic, hypnotic insistence

Can be silently sensed

And that is the time

To turn away

For nothing can change

What those eyes see

What lies those eyes

Send to the brain

No, nothing will change…

 

(c) 2015 ViataMaja

WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE, NOR ANY DROP TO DRINK*

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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 (March 22-World Water Day)

Romanian Gypsies

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