Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

my life

  • He hears…

    O Lord bless my soul Remove the blight That casts a shadow Over the purest white Linen of a spring lamb. O Light gaze anew Dissolve the tepid Frivolous dark nature Of temporary forgetfulness to Renew yet again. O Love blossom Make my heart alive, refreshed Fruitfully stamped With virtuous approval My hand in Yours.… Read more

  • faithful return

    where are you? peering deep into shrouded nights where a faint glow gives a veiled glimpse of a recent memory. upon a slowly passing vessel i scarcely see the soulful eyes which have always held my heart. they seem sad, those eyes, but actually, they mirror mine – “…for on the left shines love’s light… Read more

  • the new times

    “O hardened heart!” cries the stone, Alas, failing beauty, the flowers bemoan. Green to brown, grasses sad fanfare, Breeze entwined in thistle, cool respite rare. For man alone awaits those days – “The new times, better times”, he vacantly prays. Impatiently wringing, hands gnarly worn. Overtly succumbed, contrived and forlorn. New softening light eases the… Read more

  • that day

    I love that day, a day pristine and new. our lives intersected when I met you. I love that day, a day so full. when we joined as one, two hearts equal pull. I love those days, when tears and pain brought precious lives, heart’s warm light reign. I love that day, when we saw… Read more

  • remembering, revisited

    Who do you weep for, willow? you, certain, stalwart of goodness- roots seeking solid footing, leaves seeking light ever faithful… Ne’er do you hasten to where you know not to go. You shout to the heavens from your core of ringed reminders of years past. Shed are the layers of yore for the treasures of… Read more