Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

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  • soft grasses

    A wisp of air, an atmospheric sigh, intertwines in fields of soft pale grasses. a reminder of spirit unseen yet always felt. it is time to breathe to weep and smile – relive times not too far behind. I see your eyes, kind and surreal, watching from clouds. You continue to see what you failed Read more

  • once dreamt

    I had a dream my mother was ill Optimistic and sure of elixir’s will Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true I’ll say a prayer to comfort you. I had a dream your illness grew grave Sands in the hourglass surely be brave Soon, once dreamt, I witnessed twas true I’ll say a prayer to Read more