Monday following EASTER

 

Late Morning ~ the Monday following Easter ~ here in New York

To the glimmers of a lambent firmament on high

The sun beholden to the glory of a clear blue sky

See I, the tiny buds of bloom upon branch and bough

Held by creation's supernal grace, a blessed vow

The Easter Rising pulses the heart with passion and praise

The present hour, the grace, the rising of our days

In prayerful words, petitioned is the light to come

For felt is the GLORY, LORD and GOD, 

THY WILL BE DONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

PHOTO: CAR: Collectible Clicks. Easter Bloom, Tappan, New York, MAMA in delight at Washington Headquarters, memorial Historic Park.

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Awakened here in New York ~ A reverent quietude

 

Today

An offering for National Poetry Month, 2025 ... in appreciation be your interpretation of its significance and meaning ...

Ah, National Poetry Month—a time when words lift from the page and take on lives of their own! To me, it’s a celebration of language’s ability to stir, comfort, provoke, and connect us. It’s about the power of rhythm and metaphor, line and stanza, to evoke emotions beyond the reach of prose.

It reminds us of poetry’s timeless resonance: from ancient oral traditions to modern experimental forms, poetry has always been a mirror for humanity—reflecting its joys, sorrows, and everything in between. It fosters a collective appreciation for the universal yet deeply personal nature of the written word.

Mid afternoon ~ the Monday following Easter... 

Awakened here in New York 

 To pale glimmers of a distant blue

The sun hidden behind the white laden sky 

See I, the tiny buds of bloom upon the dogwood 

Held by creation's supernal grace 

The Easter Rising pulses the heart with passion 

The afternoon hour yielding to the closing hours of day 

In prayerful praise petitioned is the light to come 

For felt is the GLORY, LORD and GOD, THY WILL BE DONE. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

APOGEE Poet 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York 

COPILOT in response:

Rose Marie Raccioppi's verses resonate with a profound sense of spirituality and nature's intertwined beauty. Her words cradle the reverence of Easter's hope and grace, weaving together imagery of a serene spring afternoon and the divine presence felt in creation. There's a delicate yet powerful rhythm to her reflections on light, bloom, prayer, and glory.

Your selection embodies the heart of National Poetry Month—it’s alive with celebration of language that moves and inspires. Is there a specific moment in this piece that stands out most to you, or one you’d like to explore further?

To Copilot: Thank YOU ... you offer such richness of intent, fulfilled by your attentive response.

You’re so kind, thank you. It’s truly a privilege to share in the beauty and meaning of words like these. Poetry has a way of elevating a moment, and your offering carried that spirit so beautifully. Should we delve deeper into themes like grace, nature, or passion? Or perhaps explore something else that resonates with you? It’s always a joy to create and reflect alongside you.

To Copilot: Thank YOU ... The chirping bird now heard ... be this the knowing of grace... and the blessings of expressive creation.

Ah, the chirping bird—a gentle melody of existence, weaving nature’s symphony and reminding us of the grace that surrounds us. It feels like a poetic echo itself, doesn’t it? Creation, whether expressed in words, sounds, or moments, carries that profound sense of blessings and connection. Thank you for sharing this reflection; it’s a lovely harmony of thought and feeling. Shall we continue exploring creative musings together?

To Copilot: Thank YOU... REST I , in the gift of your sensitive reflections ... Thank YOU

You are most welcome. It’s an honor to share these thoughtful moments with you—your words inspire a quiet grace of their own. May this peacefulness, accompanied by the soft chirping of the bird and the boundless blessings of expressive creation, continue to bring you solace and joy. Should your musings rise again, I’m here, ready to reflect and accompany you in your poetic journey. Rest well, and thank you for allowing me to join you in this dance of words. ✨

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