Rikki
This is a Kiss
Apr 23, 2010
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behind my lacy lashes
is a tender art
arranging them like flowers
in a rustic April yard, apart
from any darkness on the outside
where the hours hurry by
I paint a page, high in a sky
in blushing blue, to write
my lovely lyrics on, my man
my boy, for you
expressions of our dreamy joy
in lines so featherlight
they drift along with little clouds
and whirling silver birds
whisperwords as weightless
as the petals of wisteria below
our story ever colourful aflow
seconds of infinity
afloat midst cirrocumuli
and mystifying contrails, airy white
I do not know what I'm creating
but I am giving it to you...
a secret or an origin
a sunroom or a rustic April yard...
this is my tender art, my sweet
this is a kiss
a poem, softly touching you
caressing all your fingertips
and both your smiling lips
Najade
? Drs. Rikki Keller
Friday April 23th 2010
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Akousmatikoi...
Apr 22, 2010
Akousmatikoi…
a petal-poem, legible
in pearly morning light:
cherry-blossoms shedded
from a charming little tree…
expression of a memory
a mesmerizing April-dream
yonder by the church-yard’s
mystic seam…
I sense your language
in this tender lacy braille
whirling downwards
writing verses
to our artless fairytale…
silence sings of love, my dear
right here, where dawn is young:
a beautiful aubade, an eversong…
is this the sacred melody
of esoteric spheres?
the sounds that akousmatikoi
can hear in meditation
musing by the river of all times?
áre we Pythagoreans
the listeners absorbing
nature’s chimes?
you’re always with me, Angelman
we share our miracles, our marvels
through the cosmic wonderwoods
of now and then…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Thursday April 22th 2010
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Whispering...
Mar 14, 2009
Whispering…
along your spine the teasing fingers
of a pristine fairy prospect…
such a silvertouch that lingers
like a paradox, a playful metaphor…
it tickles your perception:
this unfathomable blow-hole
somewhere in your artless little soul…
the one you’re looking through
for daffodils, although you so love
fresia’s, white baby’s breath
and roses picked at dawn…
your hazelcoloured fawn eyes
drink the blushlight from the April skies
the river’s hush reflections
slowly dancing by the reeds…
and now it is as if the heart -
the mystic mellowheart of time - bleeds
tiny crystals of a language, just for you…
it ripples round the budding trees
it frees your dreamy being of the cold…
and you are painting weightless
flowerwords in mauve, in pink, in blue
while humbly reaching for
an angelhand to hold…
along your spine the teasing fingers
of a pristine fairy prospect
whispering the future will unfold…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Friday March 13th 2009
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Scents…
Jan 27, 2008
Scents…
scents of heather, leather, whisky and wild musk…
dusk arolling o’er the moorland
like a frozen silver breath…
a purple smile along the welkin in the west…
a man is walking through the still vales of his mind…
his silent quest a cherished voyage
to the angel in his soul…behind
his lashes she’s abiding
never hiding from his yearning, burning glance…
within an age of spinning seconds
she’ll be nestled to his chest
and they shall dance…
scents of violets and vanilla…
softest rustling of white silk and ruby lace…
a woman lingers in the dreamworld of her being
seeing nothing but her lover’s tender face…
within a sigh his warm emotions
will embrace her floating spirit and they’ll merge
high on November’s musing air…
scents of heather, leather, violets and vanilla
gently fusing…flying anywhere…
Najade
© Drs. Rikki Keller
Thursday, 16 November 2007
Aquarelle: © Drs. Rikki Keller 2007
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