Saturday, April 25, 2009

In Words


Words brought to this mind
What is perceived as harsh or kind
Be it thought of time present or past
In words its memory shall be cast
When a feeling bears no define
The description be ever sublime
When a knowing in silence heard
Spoken be the divine WORD.


Rose Marie Raccioppi


The Day Dream, 1880, .
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

This is a complex idea that's elaborated in a clear & lyrical way-- well done.

joanne pellone novack said...

Rosemarie, beautiful. Definitely truth.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Thank you John and Joanne. I appreciate your responses.

Rosaria Williams said...

Hi. Thank you for becoming a follower. How did you find me? I'm familiar with The Wind and the Willow, a beautiful book we have enjoyed around our house. I'm glad to follow you as well.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

The pearls when strung make a necklace of beauty ... and so from John Hayes onto you... Thank you for all you do.