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Loss of Words
Days spent watching and listening to the news. Anxiety creeps in with each headline with each story and tragedy. Step after step toward the cliff little time remains to salvage fragents of humanity the fractured souls becoming all of us. ~ I want to express the extreme sadness that consumes my being and the futile…
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Poem – Excerpt #2 from Sand Shadows
The following are excerpts from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Excerpt #2 Grey sky meets the field past the mountain range, past forest and beyond the fertile waters. One bowl I carry down dusty roads, scattered snow fills my bowl enough to drink. Children run from yipping dogs chickens waiting for…
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Poem – From Sand Shadows
The following is from a new piece I am writing called “Sand Shadows”. Sitting at the stone table across from an empty setting – the space is filled with grains of sand. I have no recollection of where these may have come from, no memory of arriving here. The sky is grey and swollen, and…
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Poem – Random Thoughts #2
Oak holds up the changing sky. What is beyond insanity? At what point do we lose the essence of self, cascading into another state of being, plunged into the darkness that is nothing and everything? And with each turn the city of industry hides, changes, destroys what I previously knew and where I came from.
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Poem – The Raven and the Wolf
The dream came furious and ended quickly. Remembered in fragments driven to the edge by fractures. I picked up the pieces scattered across the field. I chased the raven and the wolf carrying those I cherished most, memories of who I thought I was.
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Poem – Deconstructed, part 1
The sea laps at empty shorelines. Rocks cast empty shadows. Tree leaves fall through empty space. Ground swells erupt across empty fields. The faceless moon speaks of empty origins the billion year story. Wheat and corn stalks gather snow flakes from an empty blue sky. Where is this? A cylindrical vessel floats off the coast…
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Poems online
Greetings friends. Just a quick note that I have been honored with having two poems (Fracture 93 and Mirror) published here – http://teestarangeet.yolasite.com. Direct link to the poems – http://teestarangeet.yolasite.com/william-ricci-3.php I would like to thank the editors Dhirendra Kumar Shah and Dweep Mustang for their honest feedback and championing the arts, regardless of borders or backgrounds.
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The Glassmaker is…
calling to me. I guess I should back up from here. What is actually calling me, is me. My internal sense of where I am in life, how I live each day, is awake . It is uneasy with the current state of the within and without. It is pushing back to the surface all…
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Poem leftovers
As I debated within myself whether or not the “Untitled” poem should be left as is, or delve further into the mind, and what is being sought, I tossed these stanzas around. These are lost in the ether now, searching for a new poem to hopefully pick them up. Other Lines (2) Descending fully into…
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Untitled Poem
I posted part of this a few days ago. It’s the first new poem I have written in awhile as I wait for my well to replenish. This is the completed first part of the piece. I have tried writing 1 or 2 more sections to this, but they are coming across as forced, contrite,…