Ophelia

Ophelia embraced by a swaddling divine
Within folds cradled beauty sublime
In hues of lambent blue, gray and white
Is seen the grace of spirit, a questing light
Hers be a fate, a story fraught with pain
Love and loss, loss and love bear her name
Each shed tear now aflow in waters be
Her spirit and beauty cresting in waves of the sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Ophelia, David Goteiner, DDS, www.artofperio.com

THE WORD

In sound and silence THE WORD now heard
In the sweet melody of the songbird
In the whisper of the wind upon leaf and bloom
In the warmth of sun this very noon
In sound and silence THE WORD now known
In all grace, love and beauty shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Ophelia, 1894, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917

Day’s End Impending

The sun yet brilliant in the west sky
Cooler now is the late afternoon air
Filled with the spent joy of this day
The grass fully shadowed
Blooms glisten in the setting light
A pause as I hold to this moment
Day's end impending
Suspended upon the horizon
Beauty timeless
Memory eternal.


Rose Marie Raccioppi


Day's End Impending, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Publish America, 2008.

Ophelia, 1889, John William Waterhouse, 1849—1917, English.