Tuesday, January 27, 2009



This pulsating pleading passion

rapture and pain

ecstasy grasping for the eternal

fleeting frivolity

thunderous echoes of silence

maudlin, tempered and dark

despair dispelled

the sounding ascension


movements of innocence

joyful exuberance

the spirit as itself

all sound

all silence


quell not these passions

the yearning fires of the soul

devour pain and loss.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

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