William Ricci

Tag: path

  • Poem – On Our Daily Walk

    On our daily walk, we follow the same worn trails, make the same turns, and pass the same trees. That pond is empty, covered with algae. That one is home to busy and noisy muskrats. So many times we have have come this way that I follow the dogs as they know where to go…

  • Poem – Through the Shadows

    I walk through the shadows closing the path. The silence consumes reason, replaced with fear and awareness. I walk through the shadows as a visitor seeking nothing more than solitude and the desire to fall within my thoughts until they are scattered into the forest and consumed by these shadows. I walk through the shadows…

  • Poem – Awoke

    I awoke in the spring steeped in memories and lost dreams, standing on the shore of an unnamed lake steeped in golden light. That path I have never left empties into the fields of infinite possibilities and choices and when I am present I see you both hand in hand.

  • Poem – What Remains

    What remains shrouded in smoke behind the veil we created? What is left when the empty field clears and our eyes open? So many questions remain at the end of each day with little reprieve to find the answers. The fires build and we respond or let them burn out with no intervention. I return…

  • Poem – Here Before

    I have been this way before, down this same path, and most likely not for the last time. I have been here before looking for a road, a way through the ever-increasing obstacles with a distant light ebbing and flowing surrounded in the absolute silence where I only hear my breath and the rising panic…

  • Poem – Time

    I have been down that path beneath that same sky before but still, each time it is new, on a different day, with a different mindset, with intentions to make the most of the time given.

  • Poem – This Way Before

    I have been down this path before that empty silent road leading nowhere and everywhere, the cold wind, the bare trees, and the sky merging with the earth – where does it end and where does it go? I have been in that state of disconnect, beyond lost, detached from people, from reality, from myself,…

  • Poem – This Road

    With no end in sight I keep playing the game.

  • Poem – What the Fields Hide

    Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and crunches with each step. I pause and silence myself and hear ravens nearby. I pause and hold my breath and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.

  • Poem – The Eye

    Across vast distances of land and sea the road is lonely, the conversation sparse. In the furthest stretches of the soul we feel alone and cast eyes to the emptiness up ahead in the future and look back to the past wondering how we ended up here but we are greater than what we see…