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Nikki Ziehl Poem
Across the sky at end of day
I watched as birds set off home
to roost. Straight home with no doubt
Direct through pink flush sky but look
One bird at the back desperate
Flapping double time to keep up
With the confident the strong the bold.
Oh dear bird with broken wing
You are the bravest of the lot.
Copyright © Nikki Ziehl | Year Posted 2024
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My Favorite Teacher
Is Forever near
In the morning at noon at night
He wears to die for
leather Sandals, encasing
Well travelled dusty feet.
A robe so crisp, so white, so fresh
With a head of fragrant curls
So soft
So forgiving
Forever kind; whose lessons are taught
In the wisest of ways;
No disapproving, angry, wagging fingers;
To remain in one’s heart, for all of one’s days.
Copyright © Nikki Ziehl | Year Posted 2024
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Nikki Ziehl Poem
The reflection in the water of the woman
Was not pleasing; even to herself she looked
Hard.
Frown marks were etched deep; two lacerations
Between her black unruly brows.
Thin lips clamped together in a downward Arc
Showed her disappointment in life; her dissatisfaction.
She didn’t want to go on; She didn’t want to go home.
Her reflection said “I bet you haven’t got the guts to get in like Ophelia did.”
The woman’s eyes narrowed; she actually hated her reflection.
She took off her green shawl and lay it neatly on the green grass beside the still pond.
The unhappy woman stepped into the pond;
She sunk slowly down through her own reflection.
She had fallen for her own reverse psychology.
And now she is no more.
Copyright © Nikki Ziehl | Year Posted 2024
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There is nothing more to be realised
When God’s Grace is invoked and
His mercy doth flush and cleanse
A carcass so parched that
Its once beating heart stops
Dormant Broken Empty Nothing
To be replenished just in time
Malicious ego deadened
Fear of its return a dread.
Please God never leave me.
Copyright © Nikki Ziehl | Year Posted 2024
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The water was warm it must have been
The morning was cold it was early
The two collided and and there it was
smoke on the water rising
mysteriously
Vapor thin outlines levitating
With the dawn chorus applauding
Ecstatically
There is no smoke without fire
Here comes the sun little darling
It’s alright
Copyright © Nikki Ziehl | Year Posted 2024
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