Blueberry Jane

An early spring morn, yet not quite awake,
I heard a young choir so pure, yet opaque.
A drift before sentient, a dissonant state,
Unconscious, yet conscious, a halfway debate.

They sang of a girl, an exotic strange name.
The title was clear, t’was Blueberry Jane.
Now who in this world would give such a name?
And label a child, this Blueberry Jane?

I awakened alert, the ballad dispersed,
No lovely young choir, no song well-rehearsed.
This place I was in, what state was my brain?
Where choirs sing songs like Blueberry Jane?

A superconscious place, a long sounding name.
A life force universal, a cosmic mind game.
Its source is the place where ideas inspire,
And life force and energy are there to enquire.

So, now before dawn I remember each day,
The song by the choir and the beautiful name.
For I dare not forget how I felt on that day,
When I heard the sweet song and my Blueberry Jane.

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Ray spent 21 years in radio broadcasting followed by 27 years as a real estate appraiser. He taught real estate appraisal at the University of Missouri, Ozarks Technical Community College and St. Charles Community College. Ray loves writing and always has. After Ray retired he attained the Certificate in Higher Education in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Writing short stories for the Certificate was exciting especially since he was in his seventies. Since then the genre has become his obsession and he loves to write them often. His email is [email protected]

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