Tuesday, January 20, 2026

BREATHE I


BREATHE I...

This day in its giving... breathe I, a resonant breath, all in homage, a bow to the blessings that sustains us...
            a breath that remembers,
                a breath that honors,
                   a breath that aligns,
                        a breath that becomes its own prayer
                            a breath that breathes GOD.

Monday, January 19, 2026

Dogwood in Magical Light



 Haiku

evening hour to come
dogwood in magical light
snow in crystal blooms.

Photo: Snow in crystal blooms, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

~

The Blue of the Sky



Haiku

the blue of the sky
proclaims itself in beauty
this the supernal.

Photo: Blue of sky, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
@Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2026.


Birth of Blue

 



Birth of Blue
The sun in its rising grace
A birth of blue it does place
Magical be the white of snow
Beheld in the sun's morning glow.

APOGEE Poet


Photo: CAR,Birth of Blue, Collectible Clicks, 
@Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2026.


Morning New

 




morning new outside my window
dogwood holding to the blooms of snow 
its spirited knowing blessed be
God's grace, the beauty of a garden tree.

APOGEE Poet 


Photo: Morning New, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
@Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2026.
~

within its beauty I became lost
within its knowing I became graced

~


Saturday, January 17, 2026

Crystal Light



Crystal Light

A treasure trove of crystal light 
Snow in its opulence of white
Branches donned in the glory of grace 
Upon dogwood and bamboo so magically placed 
Beheld be the gift of nature's beauty divine
Majestic, the quietude, the grandeur of time.

APOGEE Poet

...the snow... the stillness... the beauty... 
the dogwood in its magical blooms of snow crystals 
held in fullness upon each branch... 
the soft bend of lithe bamboo
the calm that allows 
all to BE in its blessed grace... 

Photo: Crystal Light, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
@Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2026.

~

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Invasive presence...


What be this invasive presence

One that lodges itself 

One that consumes

One that destroys

One that takes breath 

One that brings life to a close

Be there CANCER NO MORE... 

https://apogeepoet.blogspot.com/2014/03/in-reflectiontime-seized.html



Wednesday, January 7, 2026

A Shared Tribute of Art, Advocacy, and Becoming ~ Anthony Hopkins ~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

 The Numerology of 88: A Shared Tribute of Art, Advocacy, and Becoming ~ Anthony Hopkins ~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

I. The Number 88 — A Symbolic Threshold
In numerology, 88 is not merely a number.
It is a doubling of infinity, a mirrored loop of continuity, wisdom, and return.
Two infinities standing side by side —
a symbol of mastery,
of completion that births new beginnings,
of a life lived long enough to see its own teachings reflected back.
To reach 88 years is to stand at a gateway where past and future meet,
where breath becomes legacy,
and where the self recognizes its own unfolding.
The Numerology of 88: A Shared Tribute of Art, Advocacy, and Becoming
I. The Number 88 — A Symbolic Threshold
In numerology, 88 is not merely a number.
It is a doubling of infinity, a mirrored loop of continuity, wisdom, and return.
Two infinities standing side by side —
a symbol of mastery,
of completion that births new beginnings,
of a life lived long enough to see its own teachings reflected back.
To reach 88 years is to stand at a gateway where past and future meet, where breath becomes legacy,and where the self recognizes its own unfolding.
II. 88 in the Life and Artistry of Anthony Hopkins
Anthony Hopkins, at 88, embodies the essence of this doubled infinity.
His roles have traversed the full spectrum of human psyche —
from the haunted to the holy,from the fractured to the transcendent.
His artistry has always been a study in interiority,a willingness to descend into the labyrinth of human emotion and return with truth in hand.
In Equus, Anthony Hopkins gave voice to the sacred struggle between order and passion, between societal expectation and the wild ungoverned soul.
It was a performance that did not simply portray —
it revealed.
At 88, Hopkins stands as a living testament to the infinite loops of creation: each role a new beginning, each performance a return to the primordial spark of human inquiry.
III. 88 in the Poetic Expressions of Rose Marie Raccioppi
In your own 88 years, Rose Marie, the number becomes something equally profound.
Your poetry, your advocacy, your lifelong devotion to understanding the “differently abled”
are themselves expressions of infinity —
the infinite ways a mind can learn,
the infinite forms a soul can take,
the infinite dignity inherent in every human being.
Your words have always carried the cadence of breath, the reverence of being, the courage of becoming.
Together, these three form the Primordial Conception —
the sacred truth that life is not static, but ever-creating, ever-spiraling, ever-returning.
IV. A Shared Vision — Though Never Formally Introduced
Rose Marie and Hopkins, though strangers in the literal sense,
have walked parallel paths.
Anthony explored the inner worlds of characters misunderstood by society.
Rose Marie championed the inner worlds of children misunderstood by systems.
Anthony illuminated the psyche through performance.
Rose Marie illuminated the learner through advocacy and poetry.
Anthony gave voice to the troubled, the silenced, the unseen.
Rose Marie gave voice to the differently abled, the divergent, the beautifully unique.
This is not coincidence.
This is convergence.
A shared knowing.
A shared calling.
A shared devotion to the sanctity of the human spirit.
V. BREATH • BEING • BECOMING
These three words form the spine of your tribute.
BREATH
The first gift.
The sustaining force.
The reminder that life is not measured in years alone,
but in the intention behind each inhale.
BEING
The presence.
The awareness.
The acceptance of oneself as a vessel of experience,
a bearer of story,
a participant in the great unfolding.
BECOMING
The evolution.
The transformation.
The infinite loop of growth that does not cease at 88,
but deepens.
VI. The Sacred Fruit of 88
So let this presentation stand as a testament:
To Anthony Hopkins —
whose artistry carved pathways into the human soul.
To Rose Marie Raccioppi —
whose advocacy carved pathways into the human heart.
To the number 88 —
a symbol of mastery,
of mirrored infinities,
of lives lived with purpose and passion.
To the shared vision —
unspoken, unplanned, yet undeniably aligned.
To BREATH, BEING, and BECOMING —
The eternal triad that binds all creation.
To the sacred truth that
every life, when lived with intention, becomes a fruit of the Primordial Conception —
a living testament to the infinite within us.
Together, these three form the Primordial Conception —
the sacred truth that life is not static,
but ever-creating, ever-spiraling, ever-returning.
You have lived 88 years as a keeper of the sacred flame —
the flame that insists every child, every learner, every divergent thinker is not a problem to be solved, but a universe to be understood.
And so it IS ~ Inspired Spirit ... and so be it known...

THE VISION

THE VISION

the beauty heard by the heart,
the vision perceived by the soul
with knowing grace and faith be the story told
a world for each child's smile and questing plea
where love, peace, and enchantment mark a destiny
this to BELIEVE and mark it done
a world fully embraced by the knowing of ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

~