Poetry
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“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
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no longer a memory, but an ethereal gesture or a heavenly breeze and a wisp of a surreal exhale – old and new, beginning and ending – permanently a part of all things made new from the blemished and the famished to lucidly pure crystalline stone through which to see the face of our Lord. Read more
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a multitude of grains of sand, the willing swath between sea and land. slowly, deliberately, refined o’er the years, knowing land’s attempt to allay fears. and within the million grains of sand there are souls receiving a loving hand. having seen tumultuous, tempting charm now waves gently lapping upon, resting from harm so God instills a brightened Read more
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What if all we saw was smooth black-white glass? Pale stares into light-absorbing morass. Or these apathetic rays of piercing glances Deflected from white forever away in angular trances. What if absolute reason were grains of sand Held tightly in the span of one’s hand? Giving granular notions for finite thought Thieving broader options in Read more
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“How optimistic the fields that grow To appreciative eyes the fruit they show Diligent is the northern breeze Laying unfetter’d life over these…” Diligent breeze virtuously Surrounding the ones who seek Above horizon’s razor-edge line and Over mountain’s pleading peak. Contrarily meandering, pitifully seen, The anemic lights – Of those eyes peering Throughout lifeless nights. Under Read more
Rick Stassi Poetry 