Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

idle thoughts

  • In me

    Craving closeness, Resisting watchful eyes. Pushing away The very one Who sees in me That which I  do not. -Rick Read more

  • Spirit

    The sheltering song Of overwhelming love, Alights upon my heart On the wings of a dove. Read more

  • wind

    Where on the earth Does the cold wind end? I should wish to be, Right where it quits, All tired from blowing with Low pressure fits. Does wind just fall Upon awaiting ground, Continuing to death, Without a sound? To join once more In softly seen air – Gently brush your cheek, Muss up your Read more

  • future gaze

    I wonder if I’d found some way, to circumvent those fruitless tries, truly to avoid – by some degree, a pocketful of deceitful lies.   When these questions might’ve been asked, subject seldom was ever raised, but now answers – take life’s past portions and blend with present’s future gaze. Read more

  • a time

    Strong is the pull to Mother’s womb a time of innocence gone so soon. Stronger is inherent drive to Father’s gaze a time for worthiness reverence and praise. Read more