Poetry

Ode to Purple

Purple, oh purple,
You make me smile.
Nothing rhymes with you,
Except the funny word nurple.

Purple, oh purple,
You make me smile.
Your color can be as calming as the ocean,
Or as loud as a cranked up radio.

Purple, oh purple,
You make me smile.
If I could feel you under my toes,
I think you would feel squishy like slime.

Purple oh purple,
You make me smile.
If I could smell you with my nose,
I think you would smell like wild flowers in the spring.

Purple, oh purple,
You make me smile.
If I could taste you with my mouth,
I think you would taste like a sweet cookie.

Purple, oh purple,
You make me smile.
Your name is pleasant to my ears,
And your color makes me calm.

©Kellee Keck 10/16/06

 

 

Now from the sublime to the ridiculous…

ODE TO B

Beautiful B
Busy B
Boys
Bodies
Boys' Bodies
(Can you tell I'm a Mother of Boys?)

Brothers,
Battles
Brothers' Battles
Brotherhood
(Oh, can you tell I'm a Mother of Boys?)

Bright Butterflies and
Bees in Bushes

Big, Bountiful
Brilliant, Blazing

Buds, Blossoms,
Birds that sing
Breezes caressing,
Blowing, Blessing

Baseball -- well now, that's a whole other
Ballgame

Bronze, Brown,
Oh yes, Bronze, Brown Bodies

Blazing, Banners
Bubbles, Blowing,
Bubbles Bursting
Bubblegum
(Oh, say, can you tell?
I'm a Mother of Boys!)

Brahms, Bach, Beethoven...
Berlioz
Bernstein (Leonard and Elmer)
New Boys on the street.
Boys in the ’hood,
Boyz to Men.

Broccoli, Beets –
maybe not beets!
But they're so Beautiful.

Bye-Bye

lh ©1999

The Eternal Hears What My Heart Can’t Utter               

The Eternal hears what my heart can’t utter,
Hears the voice of pain so deep, so total,
Hears the voice of longings cried out in the night,
Of dreams evaporated,
Of fears so terrible, paralyzing,
                             

Yes, the Eternal hears.
He hears the cacophony,
The discord of my heart strings.
And as the piano tuner tunes his beloved instrument,
So the Eternal tunes my heart,
Until at last His music is born;
A concerto plays inside me.

Claire Rankin Lewis, © 1999

A winner in The Evangelical Press Association
Higher Goals in Journalism Award, 1999,
First published in Decision Magazine

Trust Is A Wild Mustang

Trust is not a yo-yo
Trust is not a kite
You don’t prepare
To reel back in
What you are
Supposed to set free

Trust is
Letting go of control
Not expecting
To take it back

Trust is a wild mustang
Galloping across the plain
Of faith’s firm foundation

Like the mustang
Trust cannot be
Owned by man
It belongs to God

We are just
Its stewards put here to
Protect its freedom,
Provide for its endurance,
Appreciate its beauty
To nurture the land
Upon which it depends

Trust is a wild mustang
Galloping across the plain
Of faith’s firm foundation

 

Lisa L. Keck, © 2006