Thursday, January 18, 2018

Flute in Silence Heard...


In silence the music is heard
The breath of BEING abides 
The implacable sea 
Sounding the waves 
Of ever present flow and change.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: FB post - Tina Leonardo, January 18, 2018


A WORD in Revelation... seeds of intention.


P R A I S E ...Feel it, express it, live it as …

          Passion
               Revelation
                   Aspiration
                         I AM
                              Spirit
                                   Eternal… 
... in quest, in grace, in blessed BEING.

Reap a harvest of FAITH by seeds of PRAISE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Saturday, January 13, 2018

A Depiction...a Deliverance...




A depiction... a deliverance... YES... ME... 

Reflections, reverie, and the passion of the NOW… 

She to SELF… FREE

Aflame afire free
Wild winds of spirit
Passions unleashed
And so she soars to vistas unknown
Lucid dreams of emergent colors
Cast upon canvas stark
Worlds in rhythmic motion
Poetic dialogues
Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
Her heart a vibrant chord
Sounding, sounding, sounding
Drums, bells, bowls, vibrating tuning forks
Fill empty spaces with the chorus of soul
Echoes of silence now heard
The taunts of oppression scream free
Derision gives way to deliverance
Deliverance…deliverance…deliverance
The artist, the poet, the visionary
She beckons, she calls
She to SELF…she to SELF
FREE …FREE… FREE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Thursday, January 4, 2018

The D A R K is not silenced...


The D A R K is not silenced... 
     it calls to the light and is transformed... 
          and so... 
               our Deliverance, 
                    our Ascension, 
                         our Revelation, 
                              our Knowing... in each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Image: The Condor galaxy: FORS Team, 8.2-meter VLT Antu, ESO; Processing & License: Judy Schmidt




Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Majesty of Creation


The branch holds to the grace of time
Be this a sacred union divine
The savor of bud, a drop of rain
Creation’s joy be not tame
The glimmer of light be it known
The majesty of Creation be it shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Rain Drop Series, FB post, Andrew Weitzer, December 23, 2017.


Thursday, December 28, 2017

Our Birth Eternal ... 2018


Within the age, the century, the decade, the year, the day, the moment...

Be it a myth... be it an ancient story retold...
 is it not of spirit,  of faith,  of a knowing wise,  
that LIFE is CREATION, and BREATH,  
the receiving the giving… 
as we embrace what IS,  as Inspired Spirit, 
so be the SELF and Purpose known. 

2018 BE our Birth Eternal… 
to purpose, to the very breath of receiving and giving, 
to the depths of JOY in BEING.



Rose Marie Raccioppi


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

The SOUL as Muse...


YES, there is a Muse for poetic expression... for delivered by the SOUL be...

       Splendor
              Omnipresence
                     Unity  
                            Love 

... and so the poet listens to the knowing SOUL, and beholds words of praise, beauty, truth, and the grace of BEING.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York