William Ricci

Tag: dark

  • Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern grows brighter)

    Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my mind, there in my eyes. Fading snow cover reveals the field I have been searching for the field anchored by one lantern surrounded by ten-thousand trees. “Pick up the lantern and in the light turn yourself around,…

  • Poem – Voice with no Voice

    The last drag taken slowly the cigarette fading beneath the black sky free of clouds and moon. The last puff of smoke masks the face of an unknown man desiring anonymity as he watches from a distance. He cannot bring himself to emerge from the shadows as the pain courses through his body and his…

  • Poem – Ode to the Moon

    Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and presence the cyclops of the morning sky providing a lighted path through the dark tunnels.

  • Poem – Edge of Tomorrow

    I awoke in a space lacking light or dark. I was not sure if my eyes were open or if I was seeing the inside of my mind. I was cold but not shivering. A breeze began to blow across my face. From an unknown direction and source I heard a voice. Garbled, soft, almost…

  • Poem – Absentia #1

    Absent of light the earth gathers itself reaching out to dark corners and pulling back that which strayed. Before light returns she counts each being and sighs before it begins again.

  • On Paths

    The following is the introduction I wrote for the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Welcome to the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Our primary mission is to present art that delves into life and path in life, the route and direction we take, and the struggle and triumph we all endure.…

  • Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field

    I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…

  • Poem – Deconstructed, part 3 (Fracture 12)

    Have we met before? Perhaps on a distant planet, on the other side of the known universe. White and gold petals scattered through the void we cannot see, while consuming everything we do see. I stand within light on a floating island. The willow tree comforts me on the long journey from planet to planet,…

  • I walked in the Valley of Shadows

    I walk the valley of shadow and darkness looking for you, not your physical self but the essence left behind by the deeds and missions you have accomplished and completed, the sacrifices you have made and the self shaped through layers of experiences, yet we know the real person beneath.

  • Dreams, part 1

    I do not often remember dreams, but when the occasion presents itself, they are one of two things: a repeat of a previous dream from years ago, or something freaky or scary.  This morning’s dream involved one of the creatures from either Predator or Pitch Black.  It was dark on some desolate planet.  Three of…