Imprints

Imprints: John Lennon 💙

My dad who is a musician, taught me everything about the Beatles. I loved the music and all of their talent, but the genius John Lennon was always my favorite. His solo music for me is unrelenting honesty skirting always hope and serenity in what may come. Remembering a great artist:

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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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Jay Poem 12.

Jen Junebearers 

Stepping barefoot out into a leafy glimmering patch.           Junebearers shoo-in little red desires.                                                     O’ how they dazzle my senses.

Like when I was nine and picked all the wild strawberries from Gram’s patch.                                         Couldn’t resist the taste.            With stained fingertips and crimson mouth…I buried the leftover leafy evidence.

That Metamora June, when I was nearly seventeen; I gave you more than a handful of plump red gems. I had somewhere buried my leftover stained heart in that festival ground.

Your daughter, now seventeen, is the Jen gem of June.                        She harvest her own Junebearers with hands like yours.

O’ Junebearers…Junebearers, the truth you hold about June.                 They are here, as you are.                   They are gone, as you are.

Poem: Naomi Ruth

Images: Pinterest and ceramic image: Naomi Ruth

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