orange and blue

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kandinsky

bitter orange sunset cedes to the night
azure sea fades in the frailty of light
i long to see this day linger a bit
before i must hasten to find candle lit
all the while fond thoughts turn to you
caught exactly between orange and blue.

(c) 2016 rickstassi

floating

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Pissarro

I am a buoy
upon azure sea
tethered secure
to rock beneath me

bantered by waves
indiscriminate blows
i sway and list
among flotsam throes

slow dark ships
gently shall pass
clamoring travelers
vainly amass

i wish i could hold each
and tell them of love
talk of starlit nights
from heaven above

(C) 2016 rick stassi

this pilgrim

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Picasso

Radiant day warms my skin,
patience returns from where it’s been.
if i see through childlike eyes,
comfort awaits in sunlight’s rise.

i know there will be better days
when old paths have gone away.
and if my sight should turn awry,
abiding trust shall be heart’s tie.

should I show disdain for hopeful sky
and decide right then i can’t get by,
or build a castle on a million sand grains
only avoiding for now certain rains.

I shall not fear rills over stone
where wandering mind leaves me alone.
and try to keep stride in frenetic pace,
and finish strong this pilgrim’s race.

still water

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Cassatt

O, to not peer
through tinted glass,
where thoughts are veiled
in vain morass.

does clarity rise
on ascending wings?
poor clouded mind
won’t allow such things.

and as I wait
upon green lea,
in still waters
my soul shall see.

(c)2016 emnatingjoy.com

winter died

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Jesus, Light of the World

summer

Lithe,
aromatic,
lightness of touch.
new breeze upon
stale air affronts.
my soul waits
for moments like these.
roam within winsome sapling
you fragrant gentle wind –
bringing relief to aged
countenance.
take me back
to days gone passed
when spring meant
the eve of longer days
and winter died
in enthusiasm
of laughter and endless
romps in sultry days.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi

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winter died

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summer

Lithe,
aromatic,
lightness of touch.
new breeze upon
stale air affronts.
my soul waits
for moments like these.
roam within winsome sapling
you fragrant gentle wind –
bringing relief to aged
countenance.
take me back
to days gone passed
when spring meant
the eve of longer days
and winter died
in enthusiasm
of laughter and endless
romps in sultry days.

(c) 2016 rickjstassi