William Ricci

Tag: white

  • Poem – Path Cast From Dreams

    Emerging from the depths, wrangling free from its grips, I took the only path I knew, the only path that still made sense. Cast from recent dreams the path wavered and moved as I passed through, the grey sky dripped with bright colors painting the trees and grasses. jpg”>

  • Poem – Direct Dreams

    In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…

  • Poem – Pathway

    I see a life in the distance away from here and this moment of loss. I see a change on the horizon away from the struggle and terror. I see above a way forward through the pathway to the heavens.

  • Poem – The Ancients

    Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand years Together we embrace as the fire Fills the black sky with our own universe And the reflection of the time we have endured And the souls we have emerged as on the other side. Standing side…

  • Video – Meditative Clouds

    Summer clouds through the pine trees.

  • Poem – Heartbeat

    In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come to rest atop silent pines and the fields calm I finally know I am alive when I hear my heartbeat.

  • Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away

    I stood at the base of a mountain on a world far from where I thought I was born and fought the descending wind gathering snow and ice. The sky was void of any star yet shadows moved across fields. The sky gave nothing away and kept directions secret. Crossing snow bridges and stepping between…

  • Poem – Awaken

    I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready…

  • Poem – Emerging

    Emerging from the forest through the last barrier of this life, beasts of the past intertwined with shadows roam through the open field playing out their purpose. Standing out of their way as I am a visitor passing to the next life. Crossing the field I am met by concrete and metal machines. Is this…

  • Poem – Searching for Myself

    Stopping at the green gate and the snow covered driveway, the pine trees embrace the winter sky and the morning light, shadows reach across the space between tree trunks. Too much Time has passed since the last visit and the space feels foreign. While I remember the name of each tree, I hope the ravens…