Trees bowing to me

As I drink fresh-ground coffee

Only 62 degrees!

Wrapped in Autumn’s fleece

Feeling that kiss of peace

Dogs leaping into space

Birds in my face

Demanding suet’s grease

Mornings like this

Reassure me

All is right in the universe…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Eastern sky of blowing leaves



Listening to music

Not doing it

Now require live bands

Something about the energy

Like a Sci-Fi alien

Feeding off the vitality of Earthlings

Like a line of Green-Belts

At a karate dojo

Feeding off each other’s power

While performing a kata

Like being with a real man

Feeding off the potent blood and bone

Below the surface of his skin

Instead of touching pixels

And hearing a disembodied voice

From a smart phone

Maybe old hearts require

Drinking directly from the font

A tangible, physical source

Creating a bond of synergy

Crackling along a worn-out path for

Reanimation of a fading energy…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Lockheed-Martin, Energy-Light