Thursday, January 28, 2016

Winter Green

warming be the sun, lambent be the sky
the yesternight of fallen snow held by roots anew
below the white blanket that sparkles in the sun
a lushness of winter green 
the grass wet and chilled  below my feet
emergent be the gifts in Winter's embrace
blessed be the knowing of this day 
the felt quiver of nature’s green array.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Winter Quiver of Green,  APOGEE Vibrational Art,  ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016..

Saturday, January 23, 2016

I am asked...

I am asked: "What brings you to write poetry?" and I respond: 

Compelling be its beckoning call
Welcomed be its echo of heart
The MUSE in visitation known
Pulsing sounds be a spell divine
With pen to paper words to cast as mine
Know I that this MUSE of Spirit blesses me
And I in the grace of gratitude, words bring I to thee.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

This hour ... Tappan, New York... Cloak of Winter

Here in Tappan, New York ... at this evening hour...

Cloak of Winter

Chilling winds and winter’s angels in flight
Crystal flakes of snow in blankets of light
The cloak of winter upon branch and bough
Snow angels fulfill winter’s vow
Light beheld in this splendor of white
As drifting snow greets the coming night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Drifting Snow, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

So Much Ourselves

The MOON so much ourselves
Ever reflecting the light
Ever the changing waxing and waning
It calls to the waters and the tides of time
The MOON so much ourselves
Mysterious in its beauty
It holds to the Sun's embrace
It echoes the knowing grace of light
The MOON so much ourselves.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Tuesday, January 12, 2016



Fragments and pieces BE a mosaic divine
This the call of soul, heart and timeless time
Body, mind and spirit to call its name
As ONE life bears its fervent claim
Parts as ONE and ONE in divinity ever shall be
The blessings of ALL with grace and love upon thee.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The small stellated dodecahedron appeared ca. 1430 as a mosaic by Paolo Uccello on the floor of San Marco cathedral, Venice (Muraro 1955). It was rediscovered by Kepler (who used the term "urchin") in his work Harmonice Mundi in 1619, and again by Poinsot in 1809.

Quest of Poets

Quest of Poets
The poet in passion
The poet in grace
The calling of the Muse
Heard within heart’s place
The word BE it a calling divine
In resounding silence the pulse of time
From lives lived this soul does speak
The word, the word, in wisdom sweet
The Wondrous, the Omnipresent, the Revelation, the Divine
The quest, the quest of poets within heart mine.

The Poet's Tidings
Each hour, each day, each year now past
A journey, a questing, a destiny cast
Awaken awaken to the vision yet held
Destiny and purpose in glory meld
The sounding heart with yearning real
Reverie and passion beyond conceal
The Muse calls to sound its claim
Beauty and Truth the poet to name
A blessed grace be it known, be it heard
'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. Classicist Painter.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Barren Trees...

"Make like a tree and let the dead leaves drop." - Rumi

…heed the wisdom of barren trees… Rose Marie Raccioppi

Barren Trees

The winter sun bright and free
To touch and reach the whole of me
No leaves to shield me from its rays
The gentle warmth of cold winter days
Shadow, light and wind the frost does hold
This moment present and memories of old
With naked branch and bough stand each  tree
Noble and knowing creation’s gift unto thee
Heed the inner call to leave all in slumber’s grace
For ever there be Spring anew in each heart to place.
Sweet be the song of wind upon chime
The gifts of barren trees, life and time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sunday, January 3, 2016


What be this gift of HANDS… 
divine proportion, beauty, form, structure, purpose, power, passion… 
this to touch, to feel, to create, to give, to receive… to reach… to reach… 

'Tis only what I in heart command
Be known to another as a helping hand
FAITH, GRACE, WILL and the NOW known
Light bearing SELF be ever shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Study of hands, Silverpoint and white highlights on pink prepared paper, c. 1474,
Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452 - 1519.