Cloak of Dawn... Threads of Time...

Threads of time, experiences, thoughts, visions, within the moment, 

within each season of change... ever the Cloak of Dawn...

we gave a cry and all rejoiced for this our birth complete
we are our first steps greeted with open arms
our first word that brought an admiring smile...

trace the years and their memories await anew
a montage, a kaleidoscope, of one's life view
sounds, impressions, of place time and moments sweet
where our dreams and our days come to meet
praise, punishment, joy and pain come to define
a life known as rightly yours, a life lived as mine
and what brings reason to pause this very day
but the wondrous Creation given by Life along its way
decades of moons have brought mystery and delight
magical be this waxing and waning of Creation's light
and so this heart, this soul, in time's grasp and claim
be held in the spirit and glory of our Creator's name
be it of yesterdays or days yet, and dreams enfold
each new gaze, a breath, a sigh, be this our story told
with threads of time cloak of dawn we weave
be it the warp and weft of Divinity conceived.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown,  New York

Cloak of Dawn, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

The Mysterious Voynich Manuscript

Known by soul in splendor sublime
The meaning of symbol, and word divine
Ever in query, ever in search be this heart
From these gifts of wonder I shan't depart
Stars by day stars by night
Twelve rays, sun, moon, in flight
The hours of day twenty four to treasure
Twelve months, a cycle in full measure
Across the heavens above earth and me
Time past, time present, hold to mystery.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Astronomy Picture of the Day
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html
The Mysterious Voynich Manuscript
Credit: Yale University ; Digital Copyright: B. E. Schaefer (LSU)

The Charm Carver

The Charm Carver of which Madeline tells
I heed his words so very well
Of time and people he does speak
Of dreams and hopes they do seek
He looks deep within each heart
And from there his charm has its start
The magic and mystery of each one's way
A charm he carves to convey
A heart to open, a soul to heal
Love be known and newly real
The Charm Carver's word I to hold
Within 'tis my very story told
A charm he carves and makes it mine
And known is the glory of the sublime.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

"And in the days that followed he filled me with the wonder of his world, and answered questions that rose in me like steam from a simmering pot. And when he had carved his last and rowed back out to sea, my eyes saw then a different world and my soul became filled with new beginnings."

"Gazing In" from The Charm Carver, David Shuch, Integrative Arts Press, 2005.
http://www.thecharmcarver.com/

The Bench by the Sea, Eyre Crowe, English, 1824-1910, Oil, Exhibited: Royal Academy, 1872.