Monday, March 13, 2017

March in its mercurial mood...


March and the call of winter...

trees barren of leaves
budding green in a blanket of snow
sun brilliant in the lambent sky
the calm of a cold cold winter day

March being March in its mercurial mood

holds to the call of winter
summoned be the cold, high winds, and snow angels
crystals of light to come forth in winter’s mood
and so the storm before the gateway to spring.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Spring... Soulful Expression...



Spring in its soulful expression
The bloom of life and beauty
Delicate be the quiver of nature's grace
Such soulful expression within heart to place
The purity of white in snow and bloom anew
This the WAY of GOD in blessings eternal on to You.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York





Saturday, March 4, 2017

W H I T E ...


White...
White be the fire flame
The passion of light ne'er to tame
Rapturous be an alchemy done
The fire, the flame, the passion, ONE 
Purity, the forging of SELF and time
Be known the eternal soul divine
White be the fire flame
The passion of light ne'er to tame.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Saturday, February 11, 2017

MOMENT by MOMENT …


MOMENT by MOMENT …

                                                          the Momentum of a vision
                                                          the Omnipresence in blessings
                                                          the Manifestation in expression
                                                          the Evolutionary in dominion
                                                          the Nurturance in grace
                                                          the Treasure of breath and BEING…

MOMENT by MOMENT …

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image: Time: Gary Hickin, Gazart.


Friday, February 10, 2017

With Each Breath New


With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Firmament, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, www.apogeeart.com 





Friday, February 3, 2017

Flame of Breath


Flame of Breath


every experience, every need, every perception
every thought, every longing, every deception
to KNOW THYSELF from each consideration of life
be it of anticipation, of vision, of glory, of strife
a moment, comes to be both the present and the past
every breath of BEING, a seed upon consciousness cast
heed the sounding of change and each calling desire
quell not the flame of breath that feeds passion’s fire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

#flame #breath #BEING #passion


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

What Color of Spirit...


"Nature always wears the colors of the spirit."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson


What color be this moment ~ What mood ~ What spirit of BEING...

Is it the red of passion that sparks with flame and desire
It it the orange of a setting sun that holds to Creation's fire
Is it the yellow that dances with knowing joy and delight
Is it the green that lives the blessings of God's light
It is the blue so vast and clear of a day time sky
Is it the indigo of the night and stars on high
Is it the violet of Spirit’s crowning grace
Is it the magenta that holds Soul’s place
It is each, each and ALL
Heed the silent and resounding call.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York