And so this poet asks... Who ...

 

          

Who

Who heeds the words of this poet

Who listens to these echoes of heart

Who feels the yearnings and the fire

Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song

Is it the sun that warms and nourishes

Is it the moon that sheds its light

Is it the star that guides our way

Is it the stranger who extends a hand

Is it the child who gives a knowing smile

Is it the soul in its moment of call

Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet

Who listens to these echoes of heart

Who feels the yearnings and the fire

Who sees the vision held clear.

       

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Who, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, 

Publish Amrica, 2008.

The Inspiration of the Poet, c. 1630, Oil on canvas, 

Musée du Louvre, Paris, Nicholas Poussin, 1594-1665.

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TAPESTRY... Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

 

Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

A TAPESTRY

the light of the sun

the glow of the moon

the sparkle of the stars

threads of light woven by time

A TAPESTRY

the colors of a palette

the notes of a song

the words of a poet

threads of artistry woven by time

A TAPESTRY

the PRESENCE of NOW

the memory of a yesterday

the vision of a tomorrow

threads of BEING woven by time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Tapestry Image: Tarola Decor Wall Tapestry

Versailles, Paris, France

Hercules Room of Royal Chateau

#tapestry #time #light #artistry #BEING #rosemarieraccioppi

The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...

"Warp and weft are the two basic components used in weaving to turn thread or yarn into fabric. The lengthwise or longitudinal warp yarns are held stationary in tension on a frame or loom while the transverse weft (sometimes woof) is drawn through and inserted over and under the warp.[1] ."

An so it is...the warp. the constant, the eternal, of the supernal graces, the, as above, so below... the weft, the horizontal passages, upon which the day to day, changes, challenges, calls, are 'woven' into the offerings of the heavens, and the dominions of light. The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...

And so I come to appreciate anew, the JOY of my childhood hours weaving 'pot holders' as gifts to friends and family... The constant, the changing as ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi    

September Dawning Light ~ A Verdant Song

 

September dawning light and wind upon garden green

Touches of golden hue upon leaves now seen

A verdant song in wind's whispers I perceive

Nature's palette within Presence conceived

Felt is the quiver of tree and leaf, mighty and tall

The beckoning of the jeweled tones, the colors of Fall

Soft ambient sounds of rustling leaves be they heard

As too, the sacred songs of the perching songbird

The warming sun alight in its supernal array

Embraced I be by this, this September day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Verdant Song, APOGEE Vibrational Art, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com.

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013- 2022.

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Estas Tonne ~ "The Strings of a Bard."

 

I, a poet, a poet laureate, and listen I,  to the wordless supernal sounding of soul, of heart, of the supernal felt, of the supernal known, the supernal expressed by, Estas Tonne.

And so here offered:

Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvTzF9h4LAE&list=RDLVB5WbSrorUyI&index=1

Rose Mare Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown,  New York 

Orangetown September 11, 2022 ~ Memorial Ceremony...

Michael V. Lawler

Member New York State Assembly, 97th Assembly District.

Field of Flags,  lives lost 9/11

Moving, heart touching words in deliverance. A poetic dialogue, penned by Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, in presentation by Michael V. Lawler, Member New York State Assembly, 97th Assembly District.

Honored indeed that Michael Lawler, one who exemplifies care, discernment, leadership, visions of justice, equity and protection of rights, gave voice to the pains of loss, gratitude to all responders, and a communal faith for PEACE.

These words newly heard...

On this day of September 11, 2022
We Pause in Remembrance

Here gathered we pause to remember, to grieve with families and friends of those who were victims of a merciless attack, and to honor the heroes, the first responders of the day, and each day since, who have suffered the pain, and loss of life from the devastating effects of toxins upon lungs, heart and BEING.

With prayer and blessings, today 21 years since the day of tragic loss, the human spirit prevails, and yet we ask...

Where does the pain go

When man annihilates man

When terror rules reason and heart

When the unspeakable defies God’s name.

This the lament, the cry, the ever present echo of 9/11

Tears, heartache, shock, beyond all conceal

For the pain, the horrors, remain real
Time alone does not ease the grief, the pain
For the inward scars of loss long long remain
Deep within, a blessed wise, to hold, to embrace

Memory of our loved ones within heart we place  
                                   

Tales of responders, heroic be each deed
Humanity and care, held as a living creed

And we ask anew

Where does the pain go
When a life is saved
When love holds a memory
When grace touches the tearful heart

Where does the pain go
When spirit and soul awaken faith
When destiny abides in God’s light
When the silence offers guidance

Where does the pain go
When determination and resolve assemble
When purpose and plan are set forth
When in the name of God, life, beauty and love are called .

And so we gather

In dedication, in honor, and with everlasting love

The souls that dwell within the heavens above.

And in praise, hear we the sounding call of each name

The dreams, the visions held, let us proclaim

In our hearts grant each their completed goals

PEACE onto our pulsing hearts and departed souls.

 

Thank You.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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Birth ~ Death... and so it is asked... what be the purpose ... and so in reflective dialogue...

 

What BE

what be the purpose of words to share

but to know of one's heart expressing care

what be the purpose of banner and praise

but to bring celebration to our gift of days

what be the purpose to guide and teach

but to know that beauty and truth are within our reach

what be the purpose to know of time, space and measure

but to account for life's perceived treasure

what be the purpose to know of vistas so very far

but to know that we too hold the light of a star

what be the purpose to know of history and time's story

but to understand the ever present quest for power and glory

what be the purpose of drama and stage

but to act out the calling of soul, time and age

what be the purpose of music, dance and a song to sing

but to know the pulsing our hearts do bring

what be the purpose to draw, paint, sculpt, to hold a vision divine

but to revere and mark in splendor a life yours, a life mine

what be the purpose of holding accord of word and deed

but to live the honor of our days as a blessed creed

what be the purpose of each passing day

but to live in grandeur the blessings of THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Pygmalion and Galatea ~ The Artist ~ In Dedication...

 

Each work of art in its particular way speaks its intent, its commune, its quest. I view, I feel, and in response a poetic dialogue ensues and calls to be shared.

~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

The Artist ~ In Dedication...

a purpose defined

aligned be the heart the mind

intent and action and so a plan

do what one must what one can

with valor and bold focus to reveal

what is illusion what is real

and so entered is the arena of life

to hearken to truth and beauty beyond strife

to hold to purpose and soul's vision clear

to breathe creation's breath banished of fear

to capture structure, line and grace

and upon paper, canvas, clay, expression to place

to bring the gift of heart and hand

to God's ever loving command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Pygmalion and Galatea, 1890, Oil on Canvas, Jean-Léon Gérôme, French, Vésoul 1824–1904 Paris.

"Late in his career, Gérôme turned to the medium of sculpture. Between 1890 and 1893, he executed both sculpted and painted variations on the theme of Pygmalion and Galatea, as the tale is recounted in Ovid's "Metamorphoses." All of those works depict the moment when the sculpture of Galatea was brought to life by the goddess Venus, in fulfillment of Pygmalion's wish for a wife as beautiful as the sculpture he created. " Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York, USA.

Befitting the words of Pierre-Auguste Renoir: 

"The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. It is the current which he puts forth, which sweeps you along in his passion. The pain passes, the beauty remains."

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