changes

O that I should prosper
if the music stops.
It is the quiet angst of a failing melody.
The dove’s cry wanes
as anxious sun rises
procuring new thoughts
onto old frames.
I bid farewell to summer days
as all too much of my elan
languishes on apathetic and stale
warm winds soon to cede to northern
breezes harboring watercolor changes
and freezing still waters.
The traveling birds are ready
for a journey onto warmer leas
and I, for lack of much else,
also feel ready for a change.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

Hopeful Fall

degas autumn

Edgar Degas

Summer quietly comes and stays
exposing most of my restless ways.
Apathetic breeze blows without reason;
cringing heart decries this season.
I wonder if, after all,
my life will settle upon hopeful Fall.
And wringing hands of sultry ways
will cool with sight on cooler days.
Peace subsides with downcast eyes
as darker days mask bluer skies.
And a smile returns to malleable soul
as God Himself shall make me whole.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi

bluer skies

sunset-on-the-seine-in-winter

Manet

Panning west with
eyes of rust
seeking closure in
crimson trust
rest awaits in
hallowed clouds
as God Himself
harvests fields plowed
the west is where
life must end
and rotation controls
all light to send
and when at last
I close my eyes
God awakens me
in bluer skies.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

Obscurity

still-life-vase-with-roses

Van Gogh

Clouds and obscurity –
these visions of silver linings
and all things that are
yet to be.

Take me to deeper places
and give me eyes of clarity
from which to see you
and know as you know.

Let my heart break
for the ones bound
without hope – entrusting vanity
on deceptive plains.

Give me greener days
with hallowed essence
and dreams coming true
in graceful melodic moment.

This is my time to wander –
to seek patient virtue
and find the narrow road
to heaven above.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

Upon Grassy Knoll

peonies

Flailing arms
In a panicked sea
Determined currents
Fashioned for me.
Are there vessels
That purposefully float
On meaningful ways
Ushered by words God wrote?
Should I swim
Against icy torrent
Listlessly failing
All motivation spent,
Or calmly believe
Life for eternity
Is more than existing
In trifled monotony.
I weep for those
In existential pride
Who toil all their days
To hear purposed confide.
A whisper of truth
Flies far overhead
This moment’s reveal
Now left for dead.
And hope appears
On ancient scroll
That finds me at peace
Upon grassy knoll.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi