Raissa Dassel
Bio
I have been a poet since my childhood. It peaked during my misunderstood teens and now again in my 50th year of life. It would be an honor to have people respond to my thoughts. I played the piano as a child, too. It is a beautiful life.
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Reflection
The brief, flash of mirrored light from across the fountained-pond hit my eyes with a spark of memory. Wait. It was channeling and remembering each life moment as if it were the very first to be considered; perceived well and welcomed with open and accepting wings. Carrying these moments with the care of the pure, startling stork delivering a newborn who was once a thought, a grand idea from two human beings.
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
Delisa
My truest friend. Delisa. You are the aqua-engaging soul. Brilliant blues running wild and sometimes late. My friend of so many countless years; your soul supports the middle of the heavy Zephyrhills mega water pack. Remember that they always told us to gather our bottled water from the middle first and it would be easiest. How right they were!
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
Sasha and Dan
We met at a work function. What? A gathering of like-minded individuals prefaced with their bosses' blessing. Wow. How amazing he was when he said my name. Sasha. The girl with the haunting blue-green eyes shaped like endless saucers meant to hypnotize. Dan, you were defeated before you even knew it!
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
