The Wind and The Willow ~ What be these whispers in silence heard

The Wind and The Willow

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the wind in its echoing grace

be it what pulses in heart’s place

be it of the wind and the willow in whispers divine

be it of the breath that awakens this soul mine.

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the sounding of waters and flow

be it the calling of what one is to know 

be it the beckoning of the MUSE within

be it the knowing peace beyond the din 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the quest that reaches for purpose and time 

be it the need to awaken and revere the divine

be it the felt thirst for understanding and love

be it the blessed lure of earth and the heavens above 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the gentle quiver of a bloom anew

be it the touch upon flower of the morning dew

be it the grace of a giving soul

be it the taunts of an unfulfilled goal

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the Self, Spirit, BEING, as grace

be it what is to be held in heart’s place 

be it the peace that longs to be known

be it the beauty that truth has shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America, 2008. 

Such Be the Gift

Such Be the Gift 

Touches of crimson on the dogwood tree

'Tis the play of color in this season to be

Each leaf holds glimmers of gold

Within, the story of days be told

'Tis Summer's end, hail to the Autumn anew

Treasures of color in many a hue

Such be the gift of tree and time

The breath of beauty, the pulse sublime.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Crimson Upon Dogwood, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2015.

Edgar Allen Poe, an attended presentation and a Poet Laureate in Reflection...

Just returned from an outstanding presentation on the life and works of 
Edgar Allen Poe... 

and as I was driving home... a smile and these words...

many stories of Edgar Allen Poe be they told

he with words pithy, in poems and mysteries bold

one of many moods and emotions beyond conceal

his legendary Raven with illusion so real

pain and quest held line by line

words and impressions the spoils of time.

"It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic."

- from "The Murders in the Rue Morgue"

Reflections from a Poet Laureate...

Begetting Treasure

the garden will be attended to and the weeds will grow

the rooms will be put in order and the clutter soon to show

the bills will be paid and more due to come

what is completed will again call to be done

but when a poem I come to write all is complete and shall ever BE

words a Birth Eternal granted unto you unto me

the garden, the rooms, the bills and indeed poetic pleasure

words, words, each its own ever present begetting treasure

a poet laureate, I am in designation named

within THE MUSE entreats a word and so its poetic claim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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