Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Primal Rhythms

Primal rhythms
heard within the depths of me
The sound of cresting waves
breaking at sea
Flowing, cascading, cresting,
luxuriant waters divine
The feel, the sound, the ebb and flow,
blissful breath mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Moon and Waves, Oil on canvas, 2007, George Dmitriev, 1957, Murom, Russia, 1957-. http://www.artrussia.ru


  1. Hello my friend - oh my - the powerful feel to this image infused with your words send me afloat - both calm and turmoil - green and gold with dark undertones - life is like this
    Love to you

  2. Hello dearest Gail, With the abundant rain here in Tappan, New York and the sound of streams, rivers, flowing into the vast oceans, the lush green prevails and the sounding ocean a sigh of Creation... much much love on to you.