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Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Folds at Play
haiku reflections
hold light and shadow textures, colors, folds at play to this I delight. Rose Marie Raccioppi Poet Laureate Orangetown, New York
RoseMarie- Oh my - this is more than play - I feel intense and powerful as I slide along the folds of deep color and dark hues - the reds I avoid for they are blinding yet I am drawn to them like a desire born of trauma - my truth and memories always mine to embrace - ever known to surrender - all around me - within me - I cling to every one - I must. Love to you Gail peace.....
As I look at the folds all around me, thoughts draping our consciousness, buds and leaves appear as emerging folds of grace, the play of light and shadow on folded hands, the ever present unfolding PRESENCE. A metaphor in image, folds at play.
Within... A promise written, a love expressed, sentiments into words, a concern foretold, all upon a folded page, ...held, shared and known be the revelations of heart.
Working with colors and creating the interplay of light, line, shadow and form, were deeply joyful. It felt that all the TRUTH, all the SECRETS, all the HIDDEN fears, doubts, concerns, were free to be known, expressed, and resolved. An artful venture of form and word. Thank You for being here!
Oh my Rose Marie I am lost in the best of ways in your words - and purpose. Secrets are sacred and truths are wisdom within your creative works -I am ever grateful to be here Love Gail peace.....
haiku reflections
Beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteOh my - this is more than play - I feel intense and powerful as I slide along the folds of deep color and dark hues - the reds I avoid for they are blinding yet I am drawn to them like a desire born of trauma - my truth and memories always mine to embrace - ever known to surrender - all around me - within me - I cling to every one - I must.
Love to you
Gail
peace.....
Good Morning Theanne and Gail,
ReplyDeleteAs I look at the folds all around me, thoughts draping our consciousness, buds and leaves appear as emerging folds of grace, the play of light and shadow on folded hands, the ever present unfolding PRESENCE. A metaphor in image, folds at play.
Much much love,
Rose Marie
Within... A promise written, a love expressed, sentiments into words, a concern foretold, all upon a folded page, ...held, shared and known be the revelations of heart.
ReplyDeleteWorking with colors and creating the interplay of light, line, shadow and form, were deeply joyful. It felt that all the TRUTH, all the SECRETS, all the HIDDEN fears, doubts, concerns, were free to be known, expressed, and resolved. An artful venture of form and word. Thank You for being here!
ReplyDeleteOh my Rose Marie
ReplyDeleteI am lost in the best of ways in your words - and purpose. Secrets are sacred and truths are wisdom within your creative works -I am ever grateful to be here
Love Gail
peace.....
Thank you ever so kindly dear Gail.
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