Sunday, June 5, 2016

Poetry--By Rick Parise--United States

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



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... 


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  


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

    -MJ (

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