Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

joy

  • moon

    if that’s the moon, it’s long past noon. I want to eat! (it) with a spoon. (c) 2020 rick stassi Read more

  • Confidence

    Poised in moonlight, confident of the coming dawn. The sun rolls ever westward followed by sorrowful souls crying in the despair of the postmodern world peering over the horizon with a hope of renewal. Ultimate untethered freedom is not freedom at all but rather rules abounding with near impossible obedience. Lament those who cannot see Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • Love Serene

    A moment without God The amber hue of our inward vision is mired in doubt. Flee to greener leas of godly peace to wisdom in waters deep and love serene. (c) 2020 Rick Stassi Read more