Poetry
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So conscious of time Aware of my heart Hearing the subtle breathing Of those kept apart. Do I really see The crying soul Longing to be embraced – Can all parts be whole? I beg the ability to view The world from my beaten way Where dust often clouds True beauty’s array. “The Breeze comes Read more
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absent in this moment for tomorrow is borrowing me for a brief visit to live out a contrived dream sequence where current reality is replaced by a false insecurity – or security and I willingly go because the current moment wasn’t all that interesting anyway… I find as these lapses into tomorrow build upon one other Read more
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In a flowing brook lined with stones, A stream of water gently roams. Nourishing the faded and listless to life, Opposing gray with soft light rife. Like an adagio’s gentle melodic warming, Preceding allegro’s triumphant swarming. The gentleness upon eager ears, The preponderance of growing tears. But where, O Love, do you wish me to Read more
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Like a symphony resolving a dissonant melody Or a spring rain compelling Dismal starkness to Hues of spectroscopy Calmness and peace urging Chaotic white noise To a sonnet One note upon another Thus is the Lord and all His goodness easing The dark from the depths of shadows To the focus of One Light And Read more
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Off a frozen ledge One drop of fallen rain Slowly drips and Freezes, adhering to another,Then another Forming an icicle – A stalactite Refuge for those Who reach out For fear of drowning – Sliding passed water’s edge Only to find Their icy grip Is slippery-futile And immerse they must with Heads submerging Til the Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 