Among the POETS... She to SELF

 

Among the POETS... 

there are those who in the companionship of the MUSE, 

come forward with silence that enchants, 

with a silence that becomes expressive of emotion, 

that resounds with quest, drive, reflection, reverie, 

and words of saintly, diabolical wonder... 

to reach to the depths of soul 

and the pulsing fires of heart.

She to SELF

Aflame afire free

Wild winds of spirit

Passions unleashed

And so she soars to vistas unknown

Lucid dreams of emergent colors

Worlds in rhythmic motion

Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Her heart a vibrant chord

Sounding, sounding, sounding

Echoes of silence now heard

The taunts of oppression scream free

Derision gives way to deliverance

She beckons, she calls

She to SELF…she to SELF

FREE …FREE… FREE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

She to SELF, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2017.

And so... www.thepoetspen.com

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

~

To Mirror SELF

 

the writer takes to pen

the artist takes to brush

the sculptor takes to hand

all in reflection

expressions created to mirror SELF

the dancer takes to form

the musician takes to sound

the teacher takes to concept

all in reflection

expressions created to mirror SELF

the lawyer takes to righteousness

the entrepreneur takes to profit

the politician takes to opportunity

all in reflection

expressions created to mirror SELF

the dreamer takes to vision

the believer takes to faith

the seeker takes to truth

all in reflection

expressions created to mirror SELF.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Hand with Reflecting Sphere by M. C. Escher. Lithograph, 1935.

This day calls...

Reflection...

the storms that have come to be

the ravages of rain, winds, water and sea

the loss calls heart to heart

from which rebuilding bears its start

community to community in many a need

let charity, faith and love be our shared creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Tappan, New York

Splendor of N O W

at the open window
the warmth of the Sunday sun
the gentle wind of the changing season
touches of crimson on the dogwood tree
holding to the brilliant noon day light
thought, reflection, reverie real
as summer bids its final days
trees blush in the glory of colors emergent
lush green from nature's libation sweet
rustling leaves sound a whispering melody
this the moment in its splendor of NOW.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

WORDS... in revelation...

Such spirit infused with posts shared this day.  An accord among those whose work is of the child... that of self and that of life born new... and so this I share... the word within our hearts ... let our resolve ever be guided by the Being known as ...

CHILD

Care
Heart
Inspiration
Love
Divinity.

It was stated... "...we are echoes..." to which I respond in reflection... be they...

ECHOES

.....  Ever
the Call
of.. Heart
the Omnipresence
of.. Eternal
.....  Spirit.


Yes, each letter speaks the calling of the WORD... blessed BE. I too, in heartfelt expression and in PRAISE hold to ...

GRATITUDE

Grace
Resolve
Aspiration
Truth
Inspiration
Treasures
Unity
Divinity
Eternal.

...a post, a comment,  and 'beautiful words'  acknowledged... and so...

WORDS

the Wondrous

the Oneness

in.. Revelation

the Divinity

in.. Spirit...

and so BE they too, the artistry of the pulsing heart. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image title: Scriptorium Monk at Work
Source: Blades, William: “Pentateuch of Printing with a Chapter on Judges” (1891)

...time and... The Midnight Hour

An experience and so be the root of change in perception

A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection

Time and place enfold our body our mind

And so we reach for meaning valid and kind

Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real

Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal

The hour past and present be a midnight call

By our own intention we to rise or fall

Time, place, vision, purpose, be they all told

Our story woven threads of days silver and gold

What credence do we give to time present and past

The sweep of clock hands and with pen our story cast

This moment, this very hour at hand

Be it known by devotion and a willing command

Our heart, our soul, with a knowing divine

To grace this gift of our granted time

The midnight hour be it ever embraced

A new day of light within our heart is placed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: Jack Dagley

We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the midnight hour ever the offering of a day new, with all its light, all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge...  Rose Marie Raccioppi

Image in Reflection

This my image in reflection
Is what I see real or is it illusion and deception
What am I yet blinded to see
That lies in secret depths within me
What word now upon my soul be a darkening veil
When it is resolve and faith I justly hail
Taunts, taunts, no longer to hold domain
Healed be this heart, I longingly proclaim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Narcissus, Oil on canvas, 1597-1599, Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Antica, Rome, Italy, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, 1571 – 1610.

Happy Mother's Day

Mother and Creation in Celebration
In Reflection

There is purpose and plan
Within each heart of man
When life is given anew
The gift of time is bestowed upon you
Days to mark a quest, a desire
And known be life's passion, life's fire
Peace and love to embrace each day
And known be the Glory to God I pray.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


After the Bath, Oil on canvas, c. 1901 , Mary Cassatt, American, 1844 - 1926.

A Page to Unfold

Reflections, aspirations, expressions and desire
Words speak of life, passion, flame and fire
A gift of life now ever to be known
By the words of heart you have shown
And others may now be freed to reveal
What in their hearts they yet conceal
Many a story there is to be told
From days past a page to unfold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Woman Reading a Book, 1845, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, French, 1796-1875.




Consider as a Holiday Gift
for anyone who enjoys the play of words
♥
Special Announcement:
Read the Review of The Wind and the Willow
THE WIND AND THE WILLOW
Now available in hardcover (ISBN: HARDCOVER51536)
Limited Edition Hardcover
and softcover (ISBN: 1-60474-454-5)
directly from Publish America.
Click on title, place title or my name in search bar of Publish America Entry Page
available also on line booksellers nationally and internationally
Thank you for your order.
ENJOY
♥

In This Hour of Sunset

No earrings, bracelets, necklaces or rings need she bear
Yet fully adorned and crowned in God’s loving care
Free of shackles and constraint of body and soul
Within all treasures and a found goal
She honors life in all its glory
Each moment now a complete story
And when she records with pen a line
Awakened and felt is the sublime
Who pray tell is she
She is the I introduced to the me
And in this moment of quiet reflection
She sees all of nature in full perfection
The warmth of the summer setting sun her hand does feel
And what is so distant is now and real
No greater or lesser can this presence be
The I known here, now, in this moment to me
The deep breath of Being in great abound
In this hour of sunset the I has found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Sunset 1830-5, Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1775 - 1851.

Special Announcement:
Read the Review of The Wind and the Willow
THE WIND AND THE WILLOW
Now available in hardcover and softcover directly from Publish America.
Click on title, place title in search bar of Publish America Entry Page.
Thank you for your order.
ENJOY!

In The Mirror

In the mirror my image in reflection
Is what I see real or is it illusion and deception
What am I yet blinded to see
That lies in secret depths within me
What word now upon my soul be a darkening veil
When it is resolve and faith I justly hail
Taunts, taunts, no longer to hold domain
Healed be this heart, I longingly proclaim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Mariana in the South,1897, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British Painter, 1849-1917.

Special Announcement:
THE WIND AND THE WILLOW
Now available in hardcover and softcover directly from Publish America.
Click on title, place title in search bar of Publish America Entry Page.
Thank you for your order.
ENJOY!

Troves of Time

Mood, these moments of being the troves of time
In reflection, thoughts as words line by line
Treasures vaulted within this heart
From which reverie has its start
Garlands of thought ever free
Gifts of life bequeathed to me
Now and memories of old
Mark this time yet to be told
What pray tell am I to understand
The God within holds loving command
And so this moment born ever new
Troves of time betrothed to you
This moment to reach and willingly share
And known be your heart and loving care.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

A Saturday Before Sunset

No earrings, bracelets, necklaces or rings need she bear
Yet fully adorned and crowned in God’s loving care

Free of shackles and constraint of body and soul
Within all treasures and a found goal

She honors life in all its glory
Each moment now a complete story

And when she records with pen a line
Awakened and felt is the sublime

Who pray tell is she
She is the I introduced to the me

And in this moment of quiet reflection
She sees all of nature in full perfection

Bamboo leaves such grace of green
Shades and hues held by each leaf seen

Touched and moved by wind and light
Leaves in shadow leaves held bright

The quiver of the growing leaf, the strength of the rooted tree
Suspended, held and free

Running waters flow, a chorus of crickets, branches all a sway
A bird, a butterfly in luminous array

The warmth of the summer setting sun her hand does feel
And what is so distant is now and real

At a round wood crafted table she taken to rest
And marvels when catching sight of a bird returning to nest

An airplane above a distant roar
She thinks of how man sets himself to soar

Children’s voices at play are heard
Accompanied by the song of a songbird

No greater or lesser can this presence be
The I known here, now, in this moment to me

The deep breath of Being in great abound
In a Saturday before sunset the I has found.


Rose Marie Raccioppi


Wind and Light, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2000, http://www.apogeeart.com