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Rick De Prisco

About this Christian Poet:
I was born and raised in Wilmington, DE and received my BS in Atmospheric Sciences from Cornell University. For a number of years I was on staff with Campus Crusade for Christ at its then headquarters in San Bernardino, CA. For many years I have done accounting work, most recently with Ice Castle International in Lake Arrowhead, CA, where I also drive a Zamboni. I moonlight as a math and physics tutor (for pay) and as a poet, apologist/debater, and editor (without pay). I currently reside in the mountain home I own in Twin Peaks, CA.

Turned to Snow

The downpour's been abated
It's all gently floating downward now
But I find I'm floating up somehow…

Mud streaks wide across the lines
The ceaseless dripping constantly erodes the brain
Seamless sky has come undone
No one sees you chasing after
Finds you running down the drain

Dreary's draped in muffling gauze
It's covered in acoustic garment muting sound
Blanching mottled rutted path
Someone sees you stifle laughter
Finds you running spritely gowned

A cooling breeze it all it takes
Then breaks the ice with softer flakes

Atmosphere goes quiet
Darker now but luminescence rises from a field of light
As the fear flows by it
Let your face burn cold and ruddy
Funny how the red makes white
Pause a little even though you've turned to go
It looks as if it's turned to snow

The downpour's been abated
It's all gently floating downward now
But I find I'm floating up somehow…

Copyright ©2007 by Rick De Prisco