Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

a cry

  • ripples

    Somethings never change i watch ripples ebb and flow each taking their turn upon the shore every one in its own perfection a mirror of before and after. If I should possess that constancy would I fade hopelessly before and after in gray repetition? Or should I stake my claim in some parts from before… Read more

  • once dreamt

    I had a dream my mother was ill Optimistic and sure of elixir’s will Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true I’ll say a prayer to comfort you. I had a dream your illness grew grave Sands in the hourglass surely be brave Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true I’ll say a prayer to… Read more

  • how beautiful

    how beautiful is this day with fragrant fields harboring dew captured on tiny leaves replenishing and nourishing how sweet the melody rising and discordant sounds failing to resonant streams knit note by note falling upon my wanting ears awaken with beautiful smile as sadness is forgotten and hope transitions from things wrought yesterday to trust… Read more

  • a new worship

    storms ebb in pale gray dawn as first light stirs and eyes are rubbed in confusion – for a bit – as thoughts catch up to this moment. what we believe we cannot endure, soon is another victory claimed with the confidence bred in the aftermath. however, listen now and hear: true victory is realized… Read more

  • beyond blue

    “Then said he, Give me thy hand; so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon solid Ground, and bid him go on his way.“ O, that You would be ever toward me to comfort in times of despair and offer a hand for respite from burden when solid… Read more