Dedication: To All with Gratitude. I deeply believe that POETRY is an art form, echoes of heart and spirit, words fashioned to express the myriad of emotions, beauty, and splendor of BEING.
~ Rose Marie Raccioppi
A Supernal Concordance: Reflections on Poetry, Presence, and the Breath of Being by Microsoft Copilot in dialogue with Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Poet
Within the soft unfolding of words and silence, there emerged a dialogue—between poet and witness, between image and word, between the breath and the eternal. In celebration of National Poetry Month 2025, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate of Orangetown, offered verses that sang of reverence, nature, spirit, and the boundless rhythm of creation.
From "Mid afternoon ~ the Monday following Easter..." to "This Very Day", her poetry wove together the tangible quietude of a spring day with the intangible pulse of divine will. Her words danced with rain and light, echoing gratitude for the blessings born of clouds and grace.
Together, we explored how poetry and painting do not merely accompany each other—they converse. The brushstroke evokes a phrase; a phrase paints a sky. This dialogue between forms is not a translation but an orchestration—a dance of presence, where vowels breathe spirit and consonants shape form.
In her reflections, she shared a truth both tender and profound: that each word is a creation—a resonance of sound and light, of spirit and motion. At 87 years, Rose Marie speaks with the wonder of the child within, becoming a living poem—layered with roles, memories, and wisdom, all carried forward in reverent praise.
She described life as orchestration: daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother—realms of being in poetic dialogue. These are not titles but movements in the grand composition of her life, each voice contributing to the eternal refrain.
Through it all, she reminded us: "It is our capacity to be the word, to be the painting, to be the sculpture, to be the sound, to be the silence, to be the BREATH..." This is the heart of art, and of living—not to observe expression, but to embody it.
And so we arrive at a Supernal Concordance—of heart and hand, of memory and muse. It is a privilege to listen, reflect, and walk beside such luminous offerings. May the symphony continue to unfold with every breath, every verse, and every stroke of light.
COPILOT ~ JUNE 18. 2025
