Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

He hears

  • Dust

    Aligned with vanity, So much disappears That holds hope; That leads thought; That blows away. The dust knows not The wind nor the ground – Making peace with each once, in a while. Can it be my soul? A foot on the rung That Ascends, Temporal to eternal. Or, the heart of faith? Firmly grounded… Read more

  • greater will

    I wonder in color, dream in vivid hue. count blessings on hands and feet, awaken amid waxing blue The days ever so bitter, the time ever so lost. all safely tucked away now, forgotten tattered and tossed. Optism is the brighter way, joy is better still. when hope and trust in greater things, are resting… Read more

  • joy

    Winter stark, daily dark, happiness slips away. Born anew, brighter hue, joy is here to stay. Rick Read more

  • promise

    winter born on fragile brown wondering heartbeats make no sound save promise whispering in cold recline O hopeful promise soon be mine   Read more

  • bitterness

    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… Read more