Sunday, June 5, 2016

Poetry--By Rick Parise--United States

elegy-
ancient river cry
below the pencil sketched hills
where once dreams consumed
for now, twilight dying fast
writing in tears, I lament...

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Hope 

silently...the golden sun rises upon the fevered fields       
crying tears of pain...she plucks a dandelion of a lost love 
and in a breath... she releases a dream upon the morning breeze... 

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Rick Parise, known as “A Pondering Poet”, is from the beautiful land of Salem, Oregon.  The main focus of his poetry is to take the reader to a meaningful, personal time in their lives, to a place where spirits are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To Contact Rick please email him at rapondering@yahoo.com  

2 comments:

  1. Love it. That last line is very poetic, Rick. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  2. Your last stanza is just breathtaking Rick. I so enjoyed this wonderful poem! Blessings, Connie

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