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BARD’S GARDEN

(an early morning meandering poem for my tarot book)

Unable to sleep so
Reading about the
Shakespeare Garden
Where only plants
Mentioned in his plays
Sonnets, writings
Are allowed to flourish
Impossible to plant one
In Florida
At least for an amateur
Apple trees? Not possible
In a yard loaded with
Live Oaks and dripping
Spanish Moss
I see myself walking around
Pulling off a leaf
Releasing the scent
By squeezing out the life
Can’t sleep because I get crazy
About being a vegetarian
Because so sure plants feel pain
But the alternative is to starve
Besides, I’ve become a pescetarian
In my old age
Craving protein

So here’s my drabarni’s garden
With tarot cards and crystals
Hanging from trees
And I suddenly hear the Beatles sing
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Code for LSD? we wondered in our teens
Never dropped acid myself
Always high on life
Did take some tokes
And now 2 bottles of Hemp Oil
Wait for me on the computer table
Will it help my creaky joints
Or is it better to smoke a joint
Are they still called that?
Didn’t do much weed
Yes, it enhanced happiness
Creativity
But also sadness

So where was I?
Shakespeare’s garden
So tossing and turning
I imagine walking around my
Themeless garden
A mad bard’s garden
Instead of planting
All the botanicals
Appearing in my poems
I write the poems
Based on what’s already planted
Floratam and wild grasses
January daisies
Browned air potato vines
And banana leaves
Tattered ginger greens
Hiding the harvest below ground
Naked mulberry trees
Chili peppers frozen in clumps
Palms waving in forty degrees
Dreaming of summer’s flames of
Red Hibiscus
Orange Cosmos
Yellow Jasmine
Dressed in bright green
Turquoise dragon flies flitting
Indigo skies cooling solar flares
Violet waves residing in planetary tides
None appear in a Shakespeare world
But it is winter
And I think of the drabarni

Drabarni is the Empress
Queen of Wands
She is every woman in the tarot deck
Who nurtures and heals
Body and soul
TAROT CARDS ARE A VEHICLE
To bring two together
The Interpreter is really the listener
Feeling the pain or anxiety
From the Questioner
Silently begging for
Alleviation
Rejuvenation
From the shadow side of life
Tarot cards are
After all
Pieces of wood
Pieces of cardboard
Numbers and symbols
Yet, a way to open a dialog
Between the confusing world
And those of us who sometimes wander
Alone and entwined in a hopeless fog
TAROT CARDS ARE A MAP
Terrestrial navigation
Through gardens of chaos
Into orderly beds of
Comforting words
“Help me, I’m lost!”
Cries the Questioner
And all the Interpreter can say is
“I will try…”

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Winter Banana Tree

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SPRING FEVER

 

Cure for Spring fever:

Plant Peppermint for tea

Rub on the dogs’ fleas

Releasing the aroma

Digging dirt glove-free

Earth-stained fingers

Enhancing ukulele-string calluses

That make the music

That sing to the grasses

Youthful madness approaching soon

Sun in Aries

Mars in the Moon

Strengthening me as I whisper farewell

While Orion shifts west

And Crux appears to bless

Earth

Water

Air

Fire

Elements that never fail to

Inspire…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My new peppermint plants

 

CONJURING SANITY

 

In lavender candle

Breathing in the color

Bathing in the light spectrum

Assigned the quality of wisdom

 

In lavender candle

Calming chaotic thoughts

Focusing on the lilac aroma

Arising from imaginary flowering fields

 

In lavender candle

Feeling faceted amethysts

Crystallizing my weary heart

Slowly giving way to intellectual realism

 

In lavender candle

Useless thoughts of you

And what could have been

Fade out into a purpling, evening sky…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: LAVENDER CANDLE AND ALOES