alone

NO ENTRANCE

 

Moss flung against the south side

Losing me in the trees

Lined up like doors

In forested hallways

Collecting words in spiral notebooks

Vertically lined

Along the horizontal:

“Paprika”

“Onomatopoeia”

Words not quite magical

Missing the point

As always

Pinterest boards of doors

Named “Piro Hudar”

Virtually visiting

Hallway of color

Pounding until they creakily reveal

Darkness behind each one

Twenty-two Tarot cards

Major Arcana

Gateways aligned

Yet the same ten

Beckon me inside monthly

Saying, “This is your lesson

When will you learn?

Then maybe you will earn

Lovers, Star, Sun”

Portals

Lines of trees

Lines of words

Lines of cards

Hallways so dark outside closed doors

Open Sesame…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: From Deserted Places, no identification

 

FAINT…FADING

 

No matter where in the world you were

I always felt your life force

Now it’s fading

I try to hold on

Heat-seek

But no

The cord/chord connecting us

Now severed in the cold moonlit night

My wish

Although we will never be together

Is that you are not gone from this life

That you are

Still directing that force

Even if the heat is for someone else…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens

IMAGE: sutratma silver cord

DESIRE AGED OUT

 

Wanted that tractor so bad

Even though the ¼ acre

Could barely support it

Wanted it, like how we once

Wanted each other so bad

Shiny new tractor

All sorts of pretty additions

Auger, bucket loader, pallet fork

Perfect for spreading manure

And wood chips

We planned on having the best

Organic garden:

Planting corn, black-eye peas, yams

Collards and seasonals such as pumpkins

But everything takes work

Want stuff, or people, so bad

But somewhere along the

Space-time continuum

The wanting’s not worth the work

And one day the

Garden’s gone

And the shiny new tractor

(Peeling paint flaking off

Like spotted, aging skin)

Is rusted, busted inside

And we wonder why

We wanted it so bad…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)