Winter Green

warming be the sun, lambent be the sky

the yesternight of fallen snow held by roots anew

below the white blanket that sparkles in the sun
a lushness of winter green 
the grass wet and chilled  below my feet
emergent be the gifts in Winter's embrace
blessed be the knowing of this day 

the felt quiver of nature’s green array.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Winter Quiver of Green,  APOGEE Vibrational Art,  ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016..

I am asked...

I am asked: "What brings you to write poetry?" and I respond: 

The MUSE

Compelling be its beckoning call

Welcomed be its echo of heart

The MUSE in visitation known

Pulsing sounds be a spell divine

With pen to paper words to cast as mine

Know I that this MUSE of Spirit blesses me

And I in the grace of gratitude, words bring I to thee.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

This hour ... Tappan, New York... Cloak of Winter

Here in Tappan, New York ... at this evening hour...

Cloak of Winter

Chilling winds and winter’s angels in flight

Crystal flakes of snow in blankets of light

The cloak of winter upon branch and bough

Snow angels fulfill winter’s vow

Light beheld in this splendor of white

As drifting snow greets the coming night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Drifting Snow, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016.

So Much Ourselves

The MOON so much ourselves

Ever reflecting the light

Ever the changing waxing and waning

It calls to the waters and the tides of time

The MOON so much ourselves

Mysterious in its beauty

It holds to the Sun's embrace

It echoes the knowing grace of light

The MOON so much ourselves.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

O N E

ONE

Fragments and pieces BE a mosaic divine

This the call of soul, heart and timeless time

Body, mind and spirit to call its name

As ONE life bears its fervent claim

Parts as ONE and ONE in divinity ever shall be

The blessings of ALL with grace and love upon thee.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

The small stellated dodecahedron appeared ca. 1430 as a mosaic by Paolo Uccello on the floor of San Marco cathedral, Venice (Muraro 1955). It was rediscovered by Kepler (who used the term "urchin") in his work Harmonice Mundi in 1619, and again by Poinsot in 1809.

http://www.keplersdiscovery.com/Harmonies.html

Quest of Poets

Quest of Poets

The poet in passion

The poet in grace

The calling of the Muse

Heard within heart’s place

The word BE it a calling divine

In resounding silence the pulse of time

From lives lived this soul does speak

The word, the word, in wisdom sweet

The Wondrous, the Omnipresent, the Revelation, the Divine

The quest, the quest of poets within heart mine.

The Poet's Tidings

Each hour, each day, each year now past

A journey, a questing, a destiny cast

Awaken awaken to the vision yet held

Destiny and purpose in glory meld

The sounding heart with yearning real

Reverie and passion beyond conceal

The Muse calls to sound its claim

Beauty and Truth the poet to name

A blessed grace be it known, be it heard

'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. Classicist Painter.

Barren Trees...

"Make like a tree and let the dead leaves drop." - Rumi

…heed the wisdom of barren trees… Rose Marie Raccioppi

Barren Trees

The winter sun bright and free
To touch and reach the whole of me
No leaves to shield me from its rays
The gentle warmth of cold winter days
Shadow, light and wind the frost does hold
This moment present and memories of old
With naked branch and bough stand each  tree
Noble and knowing creation’s gift unto thee
Heed the inner call to leave all in slumber’s grace
For ever there be Spring anew in each heart to place.
Sweet be the song of wind upon chime
The gifts of barren trees, life and time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

H A N D S

What be this gift of HANDS… 

divine proportion, beauty, form, structure, purpose, power, passion… 

this to touch, to feel, to create, to give, to receive… to reach… to reach… 

'Tis only what I in heart command
Be known to another as a helping hand
FAITH, GRACE, WILL and the NOW known
Light bearing SELF be ever shown.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Study of hands, Silverpoint and white highlights on pink prepared paper, c. 1474,
Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452 - 1519.