Primal Rhythms

Primal rhythms 
heard within the depths of me
The sound of cresting waves 
breaking at sea
Babbling brook 
a waterfall resounds
The feel of this heart 
flow ever found
The sound of rain 
drumming upon all to hear
Assuring be these gifts of water 
banish loss and fear
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

.May the sounds of water, wind, and our hearts, be known
to ever hold the light of love and creation.

Thank You, Nicola Cali, for this beauty shared
.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE1qEmu4jvw

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

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