Loss and the beauty of what wasThe winds carry the haunting call of past and present
The heart beats the memory, the lament
The soul knows it is the dark and the light
The morning and the noonday gone to the journey of night
The journey of night ever in pursuit of the awakening dawn
To this our life and love belong.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
In Dedication to
Amy Gustafson
On the Occasion of the Performance of
February 14, 2009
Domenico Cimarosa
Alberto Ginastera
Franz Schubert
Isaac Albeniz
Enrique Granados
Frederic Chopin
South Nyack Recital Series
The Soiree Society of the Arts
The Carnegie Room
Nyack, New York
Silent Night Rhythm, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2002, www.apogeeart.com
2 comments:
Wow, you painted the vibrant emotion I felt the day I turned 45. It was such a beautiful feeling.
There must be some connected significance to 45 - it was indeed a revealing time for me as well. One of the longest and most introspective poems I wrote was at that juncture. So pleased we are in touch...
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