Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2021

To the Winds They Dance...



Imagine the delight
if we were to be in spontaneous expression 
of the words of heart felt lovingly 
moment to moment
we would be as the flowers
to the winds they dance 
to the light they praise
to the sun they bloom
holding to the glory and beauty 
of the ever present NOW.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: courtesy posting


Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Cosmic D A N C E



...the leaf touched by the chilling wind
     the snow that falls
          the bird song yet heard
               the chimes sounding... 
                    such be this Cosmic DANCE...
                                        the Deliverance
                                           the Ascension
                                              the Nurturance
                                                 the Creation
                                                    the Exchange...  
of breath and BEING. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image Credit: : hwbrycewrites:just-a-leaf.



Sunday, May 28, 2017

To the winds they dance...



Imagine the delight
 if we were to be in spontaneous expression 
of the words of heart felt lovingly 
moment to moment
we would be as the flowers
To the winds they dance 
to the light they praise
to the sun they bloom
holding to the glory and beauty 
of the ever present NOW.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Magenta


...magenta... haiku reflections...

tango of my mind
the passions of magenta
dance dance calls the soul.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Magenta, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

...dance...dance...dance


haiku reflections


music of my heart
dance of grace within my soul
grandeur of spirit.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Grandeur, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.


Sunday, January 9, 2011

Tango Mood

a palette... a dance... in haiku reflection

tango be the mood
embrace of sweet seduction
passion's dance afire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Tango Mood, Image: ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.


Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Vista Of The Mind


vista of the mind
blissful dance of reverie
lambent be the light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Musing Light, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.



Sunday, October 17, 2010

Haiku Reflections ~ 俳句


Haiku
俳句


Haiku is a disciplined form. It calls for 17 syllables, in three lines, with 5, 7, 5, syllables respectively in each line. Within these parameters one can express freely. Upon completion of a haiku one is gifted with the awareness that within defined limitations one can choose to be free.


Haiku

haiku reflections
words of heart and reverie
echoes of the soul.

Will


the will to create
harmony of heart and soul
divine muse calling.

Music

music of spirit
the lilting heart of passion
accord with soul known.

Dance

dance to celebrate
love's gift of life and spirit
presence in joy known.

Restful

restful be this heart
lilting waves of grace be heard
sounding pulse sublime.

Galaxies

filled with knowing wise
wondrous gifts of creation
galaxies afar.

Vista

Orion star birth
vista of pulsing splendor
luminous palette.

Winds

echoing winds blow
the sounding feel of this day
white capped cresting waves.

Expressions

expressions of heart
words to capture truth's beauty
a poet a pen.

Offerings

life, quest, and purpose
faith, love, truth, beauty divine
a birth eternal.

Will

thought and creation
intention, will, passion's call
mind, hand, pen, and brush.

Awakening

this awakening
cause, effect, revelation
will and knowing truth.

Gift

the Creator's gift

the kingdom of life within
blessed our Being.

Greatness

greatness and grace known
with our loving devotion
to Creation's will.

Dulcinea

Passion and the light
To each his Dulcinea
The quest and the dream.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Dulcinea, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, ©2010.


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

This Poet's Treasure


This poet's pen with plea in heart
From which words have their start
A tree, a blossom, a water's flow
These the gifts of grace the poet does know
The music, the wind, a songbird heard
The poet so touched and offers a word
The spirits of song, of dance, of music, of art
From the poet's pen ne'er shall they depart
The muse of all to entreat her pleasure
Words of musing, this poet's treasure.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

POET OF THE YEAR
Orangetown, New York
2010


Sarcophagus of the Muses, 150-160 CE, Musée du Louvre
Found on the Ostian Way in Rome, in Vigna Monciatti, in the early eighteenth century Rome
Pentelic marble (Attica), high and low relief, H. 0.92 m; L. 2.06 m; W. 0.68 m
Former collection of Cardinal Albani, then in the Capitol Museum.
Confiscated under Napoleon; in 1815 exchanged for Canova's colossal Napoleon
Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities




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Holiday Gift

for anyone who enjoys the play of words

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~Robert Frost
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Friday, February 6, 2009

Dance, Dance, Dance


A body to embrace space and time
To feel and know this structure mine
Movements of thoughts within
Shall I walk, jump, run or spin
Hop, skip, step, lunge, prance
Leap, dance, dance, dance
The chirping of birds I hear
Frolic be this body I cheer
The drums and piano sound
Romp I will upon this ground
Leap about, jump about, spring
What thrill this body does bring
It answers the music in joy
Each limb to be nature's toy
In gladness this body now prays
Dance, dance, dance filled days.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Terpsichore, Muse of Choral Song and Dance, Antonio Canova (Italian, Neoclassical Sculptor 1757 - 1822) 1816
Cleveland Museum of Art