1970s REMINISCENCE
Cheese or chocolate fondue of 1970s gatherings
Nickel bag of Acapulco gold carelessly tossed on the
table
Ersatz egos of young newlyweds bopping heads to
Morrison and The Doors’ poetry of electronic music
And strong bodies and minds ignorant of
Aging and weakness riding along on a blink
Of the blind eye of youth
But that was early decade days
Vietnam ended as did a president
Discovered sugar is bad so cut it ruthlessly
But oh, my drug of choice—Nicotine—didn’t end
Still, watched friends from way-back- when
Fade away with harder substances
Birthed two beautiful babies
Mothered dogs and cats along with them
Found my way back to community college
Somehow rescued my brains, worked hard
Learned how to work within the government system
By joining the League of Women Voters
And oh, yeah, feminism, like hail, angrily doused me
Recalling being fired from my job
When pregnant with my first child
And not saying a word
Anger understood from Steinem and Friedan*
Never taken seriously
By male teachers, political parties, friends
Knocking on doors to ratify the ERA*
Women saying they wouldn’t share a bathroom with men
Where’d they get that idea?
And yeah, my husband forgetting wedding vows
But the backdrop of music pounded its beat
From Folk Rock to Disco to wild guitars
Electrifying the passion for life
Losing my religion while writing but always reading
Virginia Woolf with Jimi and BeeGees blasting
James Joyce streaming his consciousness
His Irish Ulysses teaching me from printed words
And occasionally I’d look back
At Allen Ginsberg’s Howl
At Bob Dylan’s social commentary
All who shaped me in the 60s decade
But now I was morphing into someone new
A true-blue 1970s woman
Who began to find her voice…
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: VW (thanks to my son Benj) & Ukulele
*Gloria Steinem & Betty Friedan (mothers of us fledgling
feminists
**ERA: Equal Rights Amendment (most individual states
passed a state version, but the national one never became an Amendment to the
Constitution)

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