Primal Rhythms

Primal rhythms
heard within the depths of me
The sound of cresting waves
breaking at sea
Flowing, cascading, cresting,
luxuriant waters divine
The feel, the sound, the ebb and flow,
blissful breath mine.

 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Moon and Waves, Oil on canvas, 2007, George Dmitriev, 1957, Murom, Russia, 1957-. http://www.artrussia.ru

Horizon Blue

and so...

water's waves holding to the light
soaring wings in majestic flight
blue ever a wondrous embrace
holding to heart's loving grace.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


image: waves, Sarah Marie P.

Long Island ~ Haiku Triune Reflection

distant waters near
touched by Creation's splendor
palette of beauty.

cresting waves of light
waters ever held in grace
the heavens enfold.

breath, life and beauty
ever questing ebb and flow
cast light and shadow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Long Island, photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.

Waters In Deliverance

This very day ...Hands Across The Sand... and so...

Waters In Deliverance

Heed the call and resounding cry
For all the loss, the tears gone by
Greed and deception devastation and despair
Waters in deliverance I declare
The ravaged ocean the ravaged sea
Cresting waves again again shall implacable be
Your changing tides high and low
To the moon beholden your ebb and flow
With blessings and gratitude so shall we hail
The knowing wise of Nature to prevail.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


The Moon and Waves, Oil on canvas, 2007, George Dmitriev, 1957, Murom, Russia, 1957-. http://www.artrussia.ru


...and at the close of this day...

It was so important for me to reach out on this one. I am appreciative of the research that shows thought and intention can change the structure of water. We as a world community must go from anger to the embrace of love ~ the highest vibration for healing. Today was filled with a renewed faith in what WE can bring forth. WE are generous of heart, and must identify with one another stepping beyond the greed of corporations, this to be the resounding heartbeat of healing. Such was the spirit brought to this day.

~ may the waters know our care and find the 'knowing' to heal ~

~ blessing and love ~
~Hands Across the Sands~

Mother Earth's call can no longer be silenced. It is a primal scream,
heard in turbulent, bubbling waters that cry of pillage and plunder.

The Wisdom of Passion

The wisdom of passion I so decree
'Tis the winds and cresting waves of the sea
The flames of soul's deep desire
The consuming transforming lure of sun and fire
The towering tree reaching with branch and bough
The budding bloom holding to Spring's vow
The lingering lure of a garden's scent
The embracing vision clear and fervent
The soft caress of this Summer moment mine
'Tis thought and Being entwine
The feel of this PRESENCE known it shall be
The wisdom of passion I so decree.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Red Canna, oil, 1923, University of Arizona Museum of Art, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887-1986.