Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

all things new

  • ripples

    Somethings never change i watch ripples ebb and flow each taking their turn upon the shore every one in its own perfection a mirror of before and after. If I should possess that constancy would I fade hopelessly before and after in gray repetition? Or should I stake my claim in some parts from before Read more

  • in passages

    there are passages we traipse through where lessons are learned even in impossible darkness interrupted by a lucid glimmer of hope. a page is turned in a book of life with trials passing by lying on my back on green leas with you and cloudless days with endless azure. looking through a glass darkly here Read more

  • how beautiful

    how beautiful is this day with fragrant fields harboring dew captured on tiny leaves replenishing and nourishing how sweet the melody rising and discordant sounds failing to resonant streams knit note by note falling upon my wanting ears awaken with beautiful smile as sadness is forgotten and hope transitions from things wrought yesterday to trust Read more

  • a new worship

    storms ebb in pale gray dawn as first light stirs and eyes are rubbed in confusion – for a bit – as thoughts catch up to this moment. what we believe we cannot endure, soon is another victory claimed with the confidence bred in the aftermath. however, listen now and hear: true victory is realized 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