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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

 

 

 

GRIEF BY MEMOIR

 

Everyone grieves differently

Some are able to immediately

Cry or write or talk about

Horrific happenings

I get quiet

Icy calm

Then

In a month or so

In a year or so

In a decade or two or three

I allow the grief to surface

And find a way to express it

In poetry, song, conversation

Perhaps not the healthiest method

But my method

So please do not ask why

My keyboard is silent

My eyes are dry

My conversation is light

Grief is mine, not to be shared

At this particular intersection of

Space and Time…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: www.keywordsuggestions.com

LIVING TALISMANS

 

Past memories

Break the barrier

Of approaching dawn

Can almost feel

And smell

The sweat of fear

Sometimes part of those days

Begone! I whisper

Searching for a talisman

In a brass bowl

On my bedside table

But my dogs

Those stubborn

Messy

Dirty

Dogs

So wise

Know

And they surround me

Like the sick mother

From their litter

Keeping me warm

And when the sweat dissipates

They heave sighs of relief

Chasing tails

Digging too close to the garden

And generally rejoicing

As they hear the rattling of dog bones

Making the trip

From the box

To the salivating mouth

I am in their debt

And gladly pay…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)