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WHITE POEM 1

Saw a ghost last night
Not a woo-woo one
Saw a man by a white piano
Banging away
Every once in a while he’d say
“This one will go platinum”
Looked like Lennon
But his iconic face
Was off a bit
Surreptitiously glanced around
For a white bed
Nothing
But out of the corner of my eye
Was a bit of a white mini
Long black hair
And wondered
Ghost?
Time Travel?
Parallel Worlds?
Listened to the song
Knew it wasn’t one I’d ever heard
Knowing all John’s songs
Bopped my head
Played air ukulele
Yep, this one would go platinum
But hey
Suddenly back in my bed
Bottle of hemp oil
On the night table
Near my head
And wondered….

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: WHITE 1

(Working on a new book about chakras. True, white isn’t a chakra but then,  white is what we see when all wavelengths of light are reflected off an object)

 

THE RIGHTNESS OF BROWN

 

Not quite visible on the color spectrum

Rarely discussed in chakra circles

Yet brown is everywhere I gaze:

Brown eyes in a morning ritual mirror

Brown curls, waves

Shading the page

Of my sons bent over

A shared book

Silky brown cheek

Of my laughing granddaughter

Calling for kisses…

Food for the hungry soul

Shiny brown espresso beans

Jumpstarting the day

Star Anise twinkling in tea

Cinnamon sticks in brown apple cider

Warming cold bones

And oh, chocolate

Beckoning from a cream pie…

Walking in the backyard earth

Brown Live Oak leaves weave

A magic carpet interspersed with

Acorns attracting arguing squirrels and dogs

Rough and twisted trees

Offering branches and twigs

For kindling fires on nights needing the flames

To prompt meditation and dreams

Wood recycled for mortar and pestle

Curing the body by herbal means

Wood salvaged lovingly

For music coaxed out of a ukulele

Brown…an unsung color of beauty for me…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image:  Some of my brown loves