bitterness

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Pablo Picasso

Lost often in days I’ve wrought,
trembling and bound in veiled knot.
The morning relieves a dreadful night,
as warming comes in hopeful light.

Should I in weakness stride anew?
Or pity failing in harboring dew.
This lack that wreaks on endless walk,
grasping for more than fruitless talk.

I dislike my downturn from certain way,
to languish as some restless prey.
The peace that comes on dove’s soft wing,
is the peace I seek in everything.

(c) rick stassi

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Solace

van_goghO, those ways of drawing
curious and inquisitive
thoughts from deep
within my hopeful mind;
I cower in the forward
and steep in the grace
of the backward.
Where is now and how
do I anchor this
vessel on present moorings
to really see life in
three phases:
with tomorrow
hovering and yesterday’s
covering and today
marking step in steady
pace for true solace.

rick

tumult

signori sun

Loriann Signori

Away the rushing water sends,
Beckoned limits crushing ends.
Tumult stirs me in my sleep,
Drowning, falling, abysmal deep.
For just a moment if thoughts surmise,
Sudden hope shall draw my eyes.
Off on horizon’s razor line,
Penetrating light of eternal shine
Comforting call surrounds in peace
As God Himself instills release.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

baby blue

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bitterness follows
grey over blue
when wonder turns to fear
horizon blurrs
blending
sky to earth.
I know it is hard
seeing inside
feeling numb –
praying where are You
to watch over me?
but you know, baby blue, you know.
you know your walk
is not so easy.
it is frayed-
unraveled at times.
but you smile and your eyes
sparkle and love is imparted
on my misty eyes.
a smile casts away demons
because it is given by God
who you always really know,
is there.

(c) 2017 rick stassi