Saturday, July 7, 2018

...and so it is... Roses in bloom...


And so it is...

In a vase so beautifully they now stand 
Such be this gift of the Creator’s hand
Petals in bloom open to the light they be
The passion of a Red Rose beckons one to see
The beauty that unfolds in such resplendent array
Sweet, sweet be the savor of spirit brought our way.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Painting on wall: Frames of Mind, Opus 9, Watercolor, 2006, 
Conceptual Art, www.apogeeart.com


A Dozen ROSES...


A Dozen ROSES gifted to me...

A dozen Roses in splendor they be
Such beauty of bloom graced onto thee
The majestic in petals of passion's embrace
The beauty, the magic, within heart I place.


Thank You Dear  Esther Dederichs.


And so it is...

In a vase so beautifully they now stand 
Such be this gift of the Creator’s hand
Petals in bloom open to the light they be
The passion of a Red Rose beckons one to see
The beauty that unfolds in such resplendent array
Sweet, sweet be the savor of spirit brought our way.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, July 1, 2018

THE WAY...


clay and stone 
structure and form  
stability and grace
the way of the sculptor

colors in revelation 
lines in expression 
strokes that summon the spirit
the way of the artist

echoes of heart
the calling of soul
word as the spirit of BEING
the way of the poet.

silence and sound
thought and mood
passion and pulsing 
the way of the SELF.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Oranetown, New York


W I T H I N they BE...


the thunderous rain upon rooftops
the cresting waves of the sea
the brooks, streams and rivers
known within they be


the warming passion of the sun
the flowers in blooming frivolity
the winds that whisper secrets
known within they be


the earth that holds to will
the mountains that call to me
the plains and valleys in offerings of grace
known within they be

the sunrise, the sunset.
time an ever present decree
the clouds, the storms, the quakes
known within they be

the call, the beckoning, the quest defined
the vision, the light, the promise to see
the past, the present, ever the NOW
known within they be.





Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Dreams Enfold, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com


Friday, June 29, 2018

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Simply a pause... outside the local Whole Foods...



the tall grass in flutter be
as too, the leaves of the maple tree
sweet sounding of the warm soft wind I hear
and too, the song bird song lyrical and clear 
the bright warming sun upon my face
and I in this moment's grace
sky lambent a wondrous blue
the all of creation to embrace you 
the NOW in each breath known
creation's glory so lovingly shown.



Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, June 4, 2018

Simply at the Twilight Hour...



Twilight Hour

under my feet the grass so lush and green
feel I a gentle quiver 
be this the very breath of creation
a silent yet resounding PRESENCE
the twilight hour
the horizon in tones of magenta
a momentary magic 
strokes of gray
the day so willingly surrenders
the day so willingly surrenders.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetiwn, New York