Lovingly Present

"Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the Great Mystery into which we were born."

~Albert Einstein

Indeed… Curious C H I L DR E N…

the seeking, the searching, the exploration, and known be

Creation, 

                    Harmony, 

                        I AM, 

                            Love, 

                                Deliverance, 

                                    Revelation, 

                                        Evolution, 

                                            Nurturance,  as I imagine, as I choose to BE.

Lovingly Present

Memories within her fibers deep

There rests her inner child asleep

A young girl of imagination now grown

Yet in remembrance of all ever known

She is spirit free of confine

Reminding me of liberation mine

Ever embracing, discovering, initiating a knowing wise

Understanding those who may beckon demise

And so in joyful encounter she chooses to be

And awakened remains lovingly present within me.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Photo; Rose Marie, 1938.

...in the garden... Within Heart's Love

delicate be this holding of sun's light
petals of majestic grandeur and delight
enfold they Creation's tender embrace
the bloom of a rose within heart's love I place.
a flower, a memory, this benediction of time
beauty be truth's expression divine.
 
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Rose, Photo: Karen Krinitz, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Silent Night Rhythm

Loss and the beauty of what was
The winds carry the haunting call of past and present
The heart beats the memory, the lament
The soul knows it is the dark and the light
The morning and the noonday gone to the journey of night
The journey of night ever in pursuit of the awakening dawn
To this our life and love belong.


Rose Marie Raccioppi



Silent Night Rhythm, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011, www.apogeeart.com

Folds of Memory

within the folds of memory
passion's touch live I.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Folds of Memory, Image: ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.

In Memory of Lt. Col. Michael L. Murphy

This Day, December 11, 2009

Winds whispering sweet
When love and memory meet
For a life that will ever soar
In the heavens evermore
For the valor within heart
From which his quest had its start
For all he brought by noble deed
This in memory in God's loving creed.

Devotedly,
Rose Marie Raccioppi

Lt. Col. Michael L. Murphy, USMC was killed on the night of Dec. 11, 2000
along with three other brave Marine Warriors
while test piloting the MV22 Osprey Helicopter.




Firmament, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, http://www.apogeeart.com

In Words

Words brought to this mind
What is perceived as harsh or kind
Be it thought of time present or past
In words its memory shall be cast
When a feeling bears no define
The description be ever sublime
When a knowing in silence heard
Spoken be the divine WORD.


Rose Marie Raccioppi


The Day Dream, 1880, .Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1828-1882.

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.

This Moment

This moment seized
and yet is free

The moment gone
and yet a memory

This moment held
and yet is fleeing

This moment sad
and yet is hopeful

This moment quiet
and yet is screaming

This moment now
and yet is gone.

This moment is
and yet is no more.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


From Series Profile of Time 1977-1984
The Nobility of Time, Salvador Dali (1904-1989), Cast Bronze Sculpture, 1977
County Hall on London's South Bank

This Moment Now Past

This moment present its gift to receive
Borne by what you choose to perceive

Harken well this moment now past
Within a memory held, a memory cast

And upon its thought and vision held clear
The moment once gone is again once near.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dalí, 1931, oil on canvas, 9.4 × 13 in
Museum of Modern Art, New York City