Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Graceful Bow and Sway


Bamboo in graceful bow and sway
Holding the sun’s light in brilliant verdant array
Dancing shadows of supple canes I to behold
Among the lithe and lush leaves touches of gold
A late afternoon, gifts of an early summer day
The wind, the robin’s song and bamboo canes at play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Summer Bamboo, Ink on paper, 1350, Wu Chen, 1280-1354.


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6 comments:

Karen said...

Ah, yes...to behold "The wind, the robin's song and bamboo canes at play." What a gorgeous image!

Anne said...

Such a beautiful day has just been described here. what a joy!

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Karen, Shall we skip together?

Choices, when blessed by such a day, as with fine wine, savor and revel in its full flavor.

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Rose Marie:)

You have painted a beautiful word picture. The scenery you have drawn is alluring and captivating.

The fact remains how many of us engaged in the daily struggle for existence and survival are capable of enjoying this wonderful scenery you have made come alive with your enchanting words?
Forget about enjoying, do we notice it all?

Herein steps your magnificent poetry. You make us sit up and imagine the beauty all around us. And we are able to see with our inner eye the magnificent beauty that magically unfolds before us.

Kudos to you for this amazing poem.

Have a wonderful day Rose:)
Joseph

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Dearest Joseph, I feel your warmth, your aspiring and ever present soaring of Spirit, in your blog offerings and in the tenor of your comments. I am deeply appreciative of your visits and generosity of praise.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Can't Resist - Posted, and so here too, be said:

OK Here is the deal Karen -

I'll skip along
the tracks with you
and sing the whistle song,
and you dear friend frolic
in my garden green
as afternoon winds
move along
And we shall know
ever in our heart
that is takes
but a knowing,
a moment of light,
for friendship
to have its start.

Smiling,

Rose Marie