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Rick DeCost
Seacoast NH

email: hemnh@hotmail.com
passions: music and the written word
accomplishments: A runner-up in the 2002 Player's Ring Playwriting Competition for his play There's a Man On The Moon. He is currently working on the first draft of his fourth novel.

 

Poetry
A Thought
I Saw A Shadow the Other Night
Red Blossoms
Stress

Song Lyrics
Whispers to the Moon


I Saw A Shadow the Other Night

I saw a shadow the other night,
It stretched its limbs towards the dusk,
Whispering its words in mime,
I watched as it passed on,
Forgetting what was said,
and what was on its mind.

It stood for a brief moment before me,
Gathering for its one final effort,
Before slipping slowly into the night,
Leaving its act behind.

I watched a shadow the other night,
Grow and whither with dusk,
As all shadows must.
[Rick Decost] [September 2003]


Stress

When the television closes its tired eyes,
and the awkward silence commences,
the world fades away,
asleep
and forgiving,
oblivious to the tide
as it swells,
gaining strength.
Unseen it crashes with renewed vigor
upon our lonely beaches,
leaving us exhausted,
unfulfilled
and wanting.
[Rick Decost] [October 2003]


A Thought

Exist
Drink
Laugh
Before the future rolls uninvited over your world
	And rests mocking at your feet
And the dark sky 
	Closes your tired eyes
[Rick Decost] [November 2003]


Red Blossoms

Red blossoms bloom 
Abundant and cruel
Multiply
Divide
	And spread
As life leaks through their petals
The blossoms melt into scarlet rivers
	Flowing fast
		Staining my skin
[Rick Decost] [November 2003]


Whispers to the Moon

One woman
Waiting for the fall
One lover
Never cared after all
One instant
Has passed way too soon
But the lady
Whispers to the moon

An angel
On wings of frozen snow
Lands gently
Upon a distant rose
That lady
Who stood to watch it bloom
Will always
Send whispers to the moon


If you grasp for the Darkness
Then I'll grieve for the Dawn

Never wander
From the path you travel on
Lose your way
And all your dreams are gone
One woman
Alone in her room
Has only
Her prayer to the moon
[Rick Decost] [December 2003]
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