morning: beauty drips like soft light. red autumn leaves. dressed for a meeting i wear a costume of respectability. walking near the lake i stop to watch dark desired waves. a playful storm floats out of sky. children play in shadowed forests. i am wind. Click Here to Download Rick Davis Christian Poetry Chapbook …
quiet blends with the sounds of the frig and hesitant rain drops sliding down smudged windows blackie, the timid feral cat visits, and I give her food in grey rain. i close my eyes and notice my expanding consciousness streaming in silver light touching God. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. …
Falling asleep softly I watch fresh new leaves On the twigs of trees. An owl is perched on the Bony branch above. The sun sets And whirling waters flow From the crystal clear brook. Lying on the thick blue-green wild grass I watch stars Breathing in Eden’s millionth star And my heart laughs Watching…
she walks smoothly so fragile in her loneliness and as she smiles it is as though all the winds go to heaven. she speaks to air – i imagine in some distant kitchen wrapped in abandoned teardrops. her bright pink dress is covered in wooden clothespins. she slides on damp cement – fluid melodic.…
the wind is quiet in trees. a sixth sense guides me. a rustle of wings and a tangle of vines and leaves. hipsters with spiritual anorexia block crumbling sidewalks. i am tuned to the earth’s music and voiceless ground. fantasies like glass bubble to consciousness. small sharp rocks. colors are like vibrant crayons. perfectly…
Quieting My thoughts I observe An abundant river. The past And future Are persistent myths Sinking in sand While I eclipse God of the orchard Where peace and justice Sing like birds. My soul is a map Hiding beneath mind. Mind is a Storm simulation Of thick clouds Emptying On the tongues Of angels…
racing thoughts are as true as a drunk’s promise. whispering words, i become soothing scarlet light. unhurried pulse. the scent of green grass. giving up language. a cloud of fireflies covers cold glass. the moon hangs like an amber stone. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. He is married to Marianne. Marianne has…
a lady in mink dripping in gold with plasticity of the soul hands a haunted street person a folded bill. maple branches sway as a teenage girl with a short skirt and compliant hips smiles at me. distant windless hills. sadness is drowned by the earth. perfection. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area,…
I lived in mud. Then, I met you and began To walk through reclining forests And aside melodic mountains And today, despite challenges Life is as tranquil As late summer fireflies. I was a broken fish, Who, upon finding you, Found that I could stand and laugh No longer so self-absorbed And ignoring the…
dream 2: the wind is warm. embracing a field of flowers. a wounded blade of grass. climbing a blue stairway. a tree moves in wind. a corridor through banks of trees. red swirling dust clouds. faint air shimmers. indigo sky. God is within all. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. He is…
