In Reflection... what be this poet's plea...

To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Robert Schumann
Composer
1810 - 1856

And what be this poet's plea
But to honor God's gifts
Be they of land, sky, ocean or sea
To know that All and One are given in grace
And in gratitude be our care, our loving embrace
Stars and galaxies, vistas of splendor and glory
Within the secrets, the miracles of Creation's story
Stardust in waves of time and space
From which our spirit we to trace
Light beholden within our heart
From where love has its primal start
Known be the fire of the Creator's flame
And we the Presence of All so named
Words to hold to the knowing of heart and soul
Reverent be our gratitude, our calling toll
And what be this poet's plea
But to honor God's gifts
Be they of land, sky, ocean or sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Astronomy Picture of the Day: Orion Nebula: The Hubble View, NASA.

Fracking No More...This be but one drop...

This be but one drop... this essence of ALL ...

Waters

waters of this earth
a Libation sweet
honored they shall ever be
the streams, the rivers, the oceans, the seas
the fields that yield by its grace
to all life its flow we trace
hold to the purity that Creation gives
contaminate not by false truths we live
contaminate not by false truths we live.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: One drop of rain and a seed, by wakeuplittlesuzy.

This post was prompted by a loss of life resulting from the ill effects of fracking. The ill fate of properties from fracking is more than overwhelmingly devastating... This MUST BE STOPPED!! Hydraulic fracturing is the propagation of fractures in a rock layer caused by the presence of a pressurized fluid.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydraulic_fracturing

Hydraulic fracturing - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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For your added awareness..
The APOGEE Forum: Why RAPE Our Mother?
http://theapogeeforum.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-rape-our-mother.html

Libation

the river flows to the ocean waters
cresting waves resound
quiet waters enfold
so be these tides of time
shores blessed in libation
and I bathed in the baptism of JOY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


It Was Blue and Green, 1960, Oil on canvas, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887–1986,Whitney Museum of American Art, New York.

Hues A Flow

...when the quietude whispers 'tis...

the ocean's roar in the shell
the breath's longing in the heart
the creator's dance in the soul
the artist's hues a flow.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Hues A Flow, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

Waters

waters
silent, still and sounding
cascading rain
the ever present cresting tide
its call to the moon
the soft flowing streams
the rhythmic ripples of lake and pond
pulsing, flowing, cresting
alchemic gift of sun and life
be water's glory and praise
oceans plea be it heard
within resounds
the Creator's WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Chichester Canal, circa 1828, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775-1851.

Stand I At Water's Edge

Stand I at water's edge

The warmth of the sun
Your hand upon my brow

The touch of the mist
Your gentle caress

The cresting waves of the ocean
The rapture of your embrace

The shifting sands below my feet
The presence of you that once was

Stand I at water's edge.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



It Was Blue and Green, 1960, Oil on canvas, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887–1986,Whitney Museum of American Art, New York.