Drs. Rikki Keller: poetry

poetry about nature

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Some of my poems about nature...

Lingerie…

 

In the middle of my village lives a mangled linden-tree…

She dares to wear light lingerie,

alist’ning to a deeply rooted instinct, female…free…

 

It slowly lets her ancient soul bud out,

her timeless head be gently crowned anew…

bees buzzing ‘round her battered neck,

like fancy, bouncing jewels, small but true…

 

and see: she muses, muses, muses…

still refuses to enchant them

with her sweetest hidden honey, yet…

they blindly read her dormant blushing bloom…

              

In confidence I tell her, she is teaching me to please…

Yes, how to please and to attract most honest eyes,

oh, solely by the humble silent nature

we may warmly share…

 

Me, dreaming little poet in the airy countrydormer

with the mystic, magic windows, high and fair…

She, proudly smiling linden in the lonely, tearful square…

 

Najade

© Drs. Rikki Keller 2006

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Marvelling… (sonnet)

 

these jade-green hues in which my soul abides

the blushing pink and cream-white blooms of May,

are hushing sweetness out to smiling sides

where April’s wonders seem to wink and play…

 

I watch the water as it glows and glides

‘long slender reedrows, bending, young and gay…

a golden collar, greeting ageold tides

that keep arriving, just to flow astray…

 

here, in my lowlands, sings the breath of spring

its mystic, magic music from all times

thus bringing hope, embracing ev’rything…

 

a little egret waves her silver wing

so graciously in chime with silent rhymes

that leave me dreaming, praying, marvelling…

 

Najade

© Drs. Rikki Keller 

 

Fleurs-de-lis…

 

today at dawn I watched a marv’lous fleet of geese

against the porcelain of the frosty winterskies

they sketched a dozen of their magic freedomvees

as if they flew there just for me, to please my eyes…

 

a gift of nature, this fantastic floating piece…

like fleurs-de lis, immensely highcomposed

the birds and I, we formed one prayer on the breeze

the world below a lonely head that hung and dozed…

 

today at dawn I sensed creation’s endless light

my humble figure felt embraced by heaven’s Hail

God, how You blessed me with this grand and holy sight

the birds and I, some of Your children, small and frail…

 

Najade

Drs. Rikki © January 25th, 2006

 

 

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