Echo Muses

Ray of Dawn

You are three, yellow rays,
forever in your golden rings of dreams.
Sagittarius winter queen, you’ll become.
But for now my spinning butterfly,
Auntie Mimi will crown your child-eyed imaginary friends and rainbow lands.
With starry glittering ribbons, to elevate your arrival and precious presence,
And celebrate your exuberant onward expansion of the dawning.
Then onto the bless’t violet dusk.
Where all the angels ring
their iridescent wings,
for sweet baby Ray,
of three to go to sleep.

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For my sweet niece, Ray, on her third birthday πŸŽ‰

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Echo Muses 9.

Rattle of Tongues

I know these words are somewhere
down inside me.
Some I held as a child.
Sisters spoke in endless streams
to flood a river.
No room to pour out, no echo to rattle in their ears.
Locked up for years.
My mouth felt like the arroya split.
Until we met near the December pines.
You pushed me out into that frozen lake.
My mouth filled up in frost.
When I spoke, my words emerged slowly, like icy swirling ghosts.
You were the miracles in those days.
The founder of my blue heart.
The day you left Vincent,
was the day I lost my voice again.
I long for my rattle,
To speak endlessly, while you smile back at me.

Photograph:Β Talking to Vince, Francesca Woodman

Poem:Β Nara

 

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Jay Poem 13.

Parting in Wooded Blues

Your mythical timeline, a spine of rings, encased in a clay box of blues.
Made of the same elements as you.

Around the bend, you’re calling me.
I know when I dream, you bring me here. You shelter me amongst your glowing indigo wilderness. Where you once roamed as a teenaged boy. You must be telling me stories of your play wars. For I wake with vague hiding tactics. And your favorite lines from Watership Down.
You’re too fast to catch, my dear El-Ahrairah. I’m more like Fiver, sensing the danger.
I realize now;
this is where you crossed over the first time you called for me.

When it is my time to surrender, let’s take a stroll around this graveyard bend…
Step into the edge of these woods. Channel timelessly away towards everlasting deliverance.

Poem,Photo, Art : Naomi Ruth

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