Sweet Surrender ~ and so I DREAM...

 

…and so I DREAM…

    in silence words be known, 

        in darkness light be known, 

            in a state of submission vision be known, 

                time bears no beginning, 

                    no end, it just IS - Inspired Spirit.  

                            and so the DREAM and so

                                                the Deliverance, 

                                                    the Revelations, 

                                                        the Eternal, 

                                                              the Awareness, 

                                                                the Manifest ...

                                                                        A telling, a beckoning... 

“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake."

 ~  Henry David Thoreau  ~

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Painting : Sweet Surrender, The Sounding Light Collection, 

APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi 

What is Tanka? ... and I in response...

 

What is Tanka?

Tanka is a poetry form which originated in Japan more than 13 centuries ago. In its purest form, tanka poems are most commonly written as expressions of gratitude, love, or self-reflection. Suitors would send a tanka to a woman the day after a date, and she would reply in kind. These were short messages (like secret letters) expressing love, desire, meaning, or gratitude. These poems often culminated in a transcendental message.

Tanka poems do not rhyme, and they are written in short lines, like haiku. In fact, tanka poems in English generally adhere to a syllabic count. There are five syllables (onji) in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third, and seven in lines four and five (5/7/5/7/7).

Because tanka poems are meant to be given to someone, they are written from the viewpoint of the poet. That does not mean they must be written in the first person, but the poet is ever-present, always writing to express personal feelings about the subject. Tanka poems are usually one long sentence broken purposefully between all five lines.

Tanka Recipe:

Start with two lines addressing the experience of the poet, what they saw, heard, felt, tasted, smelled etc.

Add a third line (called the turn or pivot) which changes the tone of the poem. It should relate separately to the two lines above and below.

Finish with two lines which express a profound transcendental meaning that prompts reflection.

Original Source: https://tankajournal.com/what-is-tanka/

And so in respectful regard of intent and form, my offering:

Your heart is yet heard (5)

Feel I its resounding plea (7)

This a pulsing grace (5)

Remembered be your lament (7)

Savored be each breath we share. (7)

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

LUKA SULIC - Kol Nidrei ~ SOUNDING STRINGS

Sounding strings 

a feeling 

a knowing

a questioning

a longing

an inner drive awakened

a responsive breath 

an unrelenting inner source

TRUTH reaches beyond thought 

to the deeper chambers of heart

to the soaring known within the Spirit of SOUL

the confront, the resolve 

the awakened melody of BEING... 

this to listen, this to feel, this to BE. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

S I L E N C E

 

S I L E N C E …

be this the ambient music

the sweet feel of the pulsing heart

the whispers of the wind

the gentle rustle of the leaves

the lilt of the songbird song

a stillness filled with nature

speak I no word

the counsel of THE WORD

is in the quietude of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

My DAD... remembered... Fathers Day ~ 2021.

A Golden Gloves Boxing Champion, A Ballroom Dancer, A Champion Billiards Player, A Sharp Poker Player... He demanded performance and expected excellence…

He was selected to train Jackie Gleason in perfecting the 'Bank -Shot' scene in the motion picture, "The Hustler." A bank shot is when you hit the cue ball into an object ball, which then hits off a rail and goes into the pocket. 

Yes, the Bank-Shot is metaphoric for the game of life we all are destined to play in our own way. The line in the clip... 'as if he is playing a violin' ... a skill set that calls to nuance bold, delicate, determined, focused, one move orchestrated to the next. And so too, the call of The Way, thought by thought, vision by vision, intent by intent, purpose by purpose.

And so this first born daughter learned to dance, to master foot work, to become the 'Double-Dutch' jump rope champion of West 100 Street in Manhattan, back in the day, to sharpen and maintain focus, instructed to 'play my cards right' and to learn how to win, how to lose, how to maintain a steady course no matter what comes your way.

Well DAD... we did it! I have been named A WOMAN OF DISTINCTION 2021, Honored by the State of New York, May 14, 2021 by Formal PROCLAMATION, initiated by Assemblyman Michael V. Lawler.

Yes, Dad, performance, excellence, passion, purpose, power to BE, a dreamer, a visionary, a doer.

The Hustler... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5XMnxp2S9Q ...

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The Hustler (1/5) Movie CLIP - Like He's Playing the Violin (1961) HD

B E Y O N D

 

B E Y O N D

ridden with darkness and the wake of pain

the clutches of shadows and the inane

'tis not life that looms, bows and seeks to hide

but the illusions and hurts held deep inside

beyond all hurt, doubt and unabated fear

ever the hand of grace reaching near

beyond devastation and the din of despair

lies the answered call of light and faith's care

hold to a vision noble with unrelenting love

look to the vistas of beauty within and above

the call to truth, love, beauty and grace

be they within the chambers of heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

BEYOND, Image: NGC 7023: The Iris Nebula: Credit & Copyright: Daniel López, IAC http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap101112.html

I, A Woman

 

I, a Woman, I a P O E T 

of expressive 

 

                Passion, 

Omnipresence, 

Evolution, 

                                        Truth… 

within are the seeds that seek rootedness 

the muse in all potentialities prevails. 

Ever the birthing of a word, 

ever the deliverance to behold, 

cradled in the soul of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

WHO AM I

WHO AM I ...by what lens are you seen... by what impressions are you made known... by what echoes are you heard... by what light that is obscured... by what shadows that are cast...

if you see me in the shadows of others

if your vision is obscured by the perception of another

if you listen to my words and hear only the echoes of another's judgment

I am then but another's story cast in illusion

I am then but distortions made real

Unveil the masked lies... let truth be its own voice

Yes, it is a choice, it is a choice.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Personal Empowerment Specialist™

APOGEE Paradigm™

APOGEE Poet™

Ever to Fly FREE

 

USA FLAG DAY ~ June 14, 2021 ~ Ever to FLY FREE ~

In the United States, Flag Day is celebrated on June 14. It commemorates the adoption of the flag of the United States, which happened on that day in 1777 by resolution of the Second Continental Congress.

On June 14, 1777, the Continental Congress, seeking to promote national pride and unity, adopted the national flag. "Resolved: that the flag of the United States be thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new constellation."

As a grade school student in New York City I played the role of Betsy Ross in a school play honoring the Flag of the United States of America and the meaning of Freedom. Yes, stitch by stitch I sewed white stars on the deep blue background. When then I would look to the sky and see the brilliant light of stars, I smiled knowing we were meant to be free, to shine anew. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
~

..simply clippings... to root anew

 

clippings of green

held they in blessed water

to root anew

thoughts of light 

held they within heart 

to root anew

quest and visions

held they by soul

to root anew.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Photo: ROOTS, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

Taking Root

Clippings taking root

as too

thought begets intention 

intention begets fulfillment 

may it be ever known 

as the light of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

APOGEE Poet

Photo: Taking Root, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

Palette and Word - Rose Marie Raccioppi

A Sunday Offering ~ Palette and Word

A presentation to view anew

In response to:

"Do not copy nature. Art is an abstraction. Rather, bring your art forth by dreaming in front of her and think more of creation." ~Paul Gauguin

Petals of golden light

Be this a bloom of Light... petals call to the miracle of the SUN... 

seeds ever to harvest bloom anew...

Sunflower

Petals of golden light I to perceive

This the majesty of the CREATOR to conceive

What thoughts of love and grace has HE

To bring beauty's array, this flower to be

Seeds of light the center does hold

Within, another flower yet to unfold

Gifts upon our Earth, blooms ever sublime

And touched we are by this endowment divine

THE MASTER GARDENER in loving grace does sow

A behest in celebration of the sun's light and glow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: Sunflower, Google Search

This Poet's Word

 

Upon viewing anew, "Dead Poets Society." 

In loving gratitude to Robin Williams.

This Poet's Word

These echoes of heart in sensibilities reveal

The TRUTH OF BEING bar conceal

Passions pulsing plea to be heard

And so be known this poet's word

Loss and lament a tear filled call

Joy and delight beyond befall

In revelation be known the depths of despair

All astride with blessed love and care

The rising sun and gone be the night

Held I in the embrace of the dawning light

The feel of the showering water sweet upon my skin

A baptism new, absolved I of all false sin

Judgments, reprisals, fallacious be their rein

For the SOUL'S PRESENCE knows not constrain

Confront and resolve the breath calls out

To purpose, to purpose, to purpose, devout.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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