positiveness

METABOLICALLY ALIVE

 

It’s like my body moved

Into a new neighborhood

Life has changed so much

Old friends gone

Family far away

New puppies

New situations

Only the birds look familiar

Moved so much these many decades

Should be used to starting over

Must remind myself

I’m a warrior

Living in the 8th continent

Senescent Land

Pangaea-less

No exploration ship

No way to cross back into

Familiar territory

Unlike Campbell’s Hero

The threshold crossing is blocked

Nothing left to do

But smile at the thought

Of a new adventure…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Marco Polo Exploration Ship

 

WINTER SOLSTICE 2016

 

i.

How to survive this year’s end

Long Night Moon waning

Mercury Retrograding

My inner universe has been rocked

But not in the musical sense

Although holiday music sounds

So lovely on my new autoharp

My Cerberus—three dogs—

Hunkered down as if hearing

Harping from an ancient goddess

But O Holy Night is meant

For the ukulele that can sing

Powerfully, vibrato-ly

Chords claiming my soul

Constellations unchanging

They whisper in positivity

ii.

So no matter what we call

The world-wide holidays

Different religions celebrate

During the solstices

(summer in the southern hemisphere)

Our hearts resonate

To the melody of memory

Words may express our feelings

But rhythm captures our true essence

Spilling out in goodwill

Or perhaps sadness

iii.

Let us sing for those lost to us this year

But remember to sing for those found

As the Circle of the Year

Turning

As we do

Must keep us from fear

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My autoharp and ukulele