still azure

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Pissarro

the kindness I seek
Is deep within your eyes.
a gentle smile so warm
like still azure skies.
i reach out to feel
the strength in your hand
confiding outward trust
I cannot understand.
the faith that is gained
in a vessel hard-pressed
promises love eternal
in surreal breaths of rest.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

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forevermore

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Mary Cassatt

I sigh
in measured moments
waiting to embrace
a sacred smile
and piercing
guardian eyes
bringing blue skies
to overcome
the gray emptiness
settling over a
barren soul.

The stillness
of impending rain
before air liquefies
in bursts of hope
and I know the rain
on autumn’s eve
above the cedar’s reach
in rising hope can fall
from the veils of angst
and God is with me
to days forevermore.

(c) 2017 rick stassi

arrival

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A journey and destination
shall meet just once.
The worn souls of hardship,
tired countenance, seeking forward.
Yet, hasten on to ends of means
missing momentous light.
The breath of cool winds
on the weathered and distant eyes.
We do not see precious tree
among the stand of many.
We will never know true love
until we embrace one wanderer
and smile upon so many others.

“the river we cross will
be our last,
when we see God
our love is fast”

So fond are memories
burned in the fires
of a journey.
How beautiful
and serene,
our arrival.

(c) 2017 rickstassi

in God alone

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Mary Cassatt

In God alone,
I strive to
place my eyes
where my heart
shall soon follow.

Only in my solitude
shall I truly be
sound in judgment
as focus thus waxes and
lucidity pervades.

I see my soul,
now, as He
has always seen
and all too soon
I shall emanate joy.

 

(c) 2017 rickstassi

mindfulness

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Degas

In the evening of these waning days,
my heart reaches out to gather
times past.
Thoughts are obsessed with memory
elixirs easing stinging
effects of this breath.
Mind not to rest in
haunting enemies of the past.
Rather, delight in love then and now.
As I hold onto the light
that has nurtured me this lifetime,
I see a family with a young child.
My tears reflect time passed
too quickly with many moments
gone in oversight.
I want time back
and I need that child
to release me into the fullness
of my adulthood.
A glance and a smile promises
hope of such escape.
Acknowledge a thought and
bid it farewell
to accept newer times
in brighter days
absorbed in green leas
in sheltering skies.
It is here that
I shall grow old.

(c) rick stassi 2017

changes

O that I should prosper
if the music stops.
It is the quiet angst of a failing melody.
The dove’s cry wanes
as anxious sun rises
procuring new thoughts
onto old frames.
I bid farewell to summer days
as all too much of my elan
languishes on apathetic and stale
warm winds soon to cede to northern
breezes harboring watercolor changes
and freezing still waters.
The traveling birds are ready
for a journey onto warmer leas
and I, for lack of much else,
also feel ready for a change.

(c) 2017 Rick Stassi