Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

idle thoughts

  • your season

    The dried grasses of late summer are bending and sprawling from dew borne on the cooler night of a changing season. Slumber is rejuvenation and dreams encapsulate fanciful recounts of life thus far. Embracing change is shedding the old skin of the past with renewal to behold new life. Weather abides and turns dismal with Read more

  • Absolute’s End

    AbsoluteBlack and White –ResoluteAdamic domicile.A black stormVeiling blue sky.Thin rayCast from persistentSun steadilyErodesStatus quo andDubious good.With sunlightUpon crystallineDroplets,Rainbow backdropsA dove fleeingNoah’s flood withOlive branchUshering inAn inclusiveLove and aGreater good. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more

  • soon autumn

    Drag on, fetid air. Now only the lilac perseveres with the imminence of dank, heavy mist on a leaf-covered lane. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more

  • someone sweet

    When early softness alights on tired golden fields, a scent embodies the morning. It is here that I am young again – waiting for the school bus on a country road without a thought of being older, but rather pleasant hope for an open seat next to someone sweet. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more

  • tired heart

    Long gone are those timesof somber sunsetsand restful nights.How I wish the feelingof breathingthe predawn airwould never end.Gardenia scent so richin late night dew-from outsideinto my arableformless soul,awaitingthe hands ofGodto sow and nurturea seed of lovein my tenderbut tired heart.(c) 2020 Rick Stassi     Read more