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. … Continue reading walking in rain | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
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 … Continue reading MINDFULNESS | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
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. … Continue reading praying: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
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 … Continue reading hazy memory from age 3 | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
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 … Continue reading TRANSFORMATION | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
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. … Continue reading dream 2: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
i awake from a cloudy dream of dark leaf horses running with wild bronze manes. i slide open the bedroom drapes as a sweet design unfolds as I watch playful birds – imagining that they are flying towards an eastern … Continue reading morning: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
moment sitting on the porch i relax as sparrows peck at the bird feeder. wind. chirps. sound is a true vocabulary of nature. the sun glitters my shadow. clouds gather speed. the sky is a miracle. Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA. He is married to Marianne. Marianne has five children, and twenty-four grand & great-grandchildren. They have a loved cat & dog. Rick graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate schools. He’s has worked in market research and other positions. He has worked as a volunteer pastoral counselor at Blind Service Association in Chicago, and at the … Continue reading moment | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
my idealism: my idealism is like bare feet in summer grass and blossoms that drift like stars resisting water-hazards of apathy. my idealism is like city lights that speckle wet streets with vibrant paint. stuck in right-wing mud my nights … Continue reading my idealism: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
on scripture: i once struggled in limpid river but found a symbol for love in a simple lovely theorem as pure as mountain-moon and so i sleep deeply with delicate evening-birds and awake with peach and plum blooming and dance … Continue reading on scripture: | A Poem by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine
