Mine Na Poem 9.

Maiden dreams of Queen Mary

I dream of Mary sitting out in the California blue.                                 Oh, how mighty in her rest.                 Bellows no more, just floats like a haunted tomb.

To sink our feet in her waters.           To lie in her beds,                                  Be restored to honeymoon.

Mary, a monument of memories, a time capsule of the reverb lives she once carried.

A quest that she could only render  for this girl’s heart.

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Mine Na Poem 7.

Crescent Moon Amongst the Cherry Blossoms

Yerba in cup.                                           Clarity of mind.                                     Emerald light glowing,                        In the morning kitchen.                    Like a Rom delight in the night,       Planning the crescent moon;             Constant as river, over rock.            What daydreams brought.                 Cherry blossom breeze                   For a star-bent solar eye.

Poem and Drawing: Naomi Ruth S.

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