Blooms In My Garden

Blooms In My Garden

Such be the beauty of bloom to behold

Petals that grace creation’s story told

Roots feeding branches in an expressive grace

Splendor of green and magenta within heart’s place 

Chambers of heart in pulsing passion they be

The quiver, the majesty of bloom blessed from THEE

Emergent glory of Sun’s prevailing light divine 

Savor as does the Bee, the elixirs, the rhapsodies of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Story: Blooms in my Garden ~ Rhododendron, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

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A Post Script 

May 17, 2021

Blessings of beauty, nature in accord this very next day.
Yes, a Butterfly in soaring grace lovingly to mark THE WAY.

Rhapsodies...

Rhapsodies Mine

words to echo the depths of passion and desire
those that capture moments of rapture's fire
the lover's embrace that holds silent the pain
within the folds of beauty our truth we so name
we and another in shared vision and a knowing quest
become the ocean waters as they flow and crest
an ecstasy within that breathes life divine
blessed be these rhapsodies mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Rhapsodies, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.

"... But poets, or those who imagine and express this indestructible order, are not only the authors of language and of music, of the dance, and architecture, and statuary, and painting: they are the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society, and the inventors of the arts of life, and the teachers, who draw into a certain propinquity with the beautiful and the true that partial apprehension of the agencies of the invisible world... Poets, according to the circumstances of the age and nation in which they appeared, were called, in the earlier epochs of the world, legislators, or prophets: a poet essentially comprises and unites both these characters. For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time..." A Defence of Poetry, Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Held By The Leaves

Majestic be the light held by the leaves

Luminous and radiant, a golden scarlet there be

Held I am, mesmerized by Nature's intensity

Alluring, magnetic be such treasures of Creation

Leaves caressed by the rapture of the abiding light 

Rhapsodies in this divine expression of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Held by the Leaves, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.

Rhapsodies Mine

words to echo the depths of passion and desire
those that capture moments of rapture's fire
the lover's embrace that holds silent the pain
within the folds of beauty our truth we so name
we and another in shared vision and a knowing quest
become the ocean waters as they flow and crest
an ecstasy within that breathes life divine
blessed be these rhapsodies mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Rhapsodies, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

So deeply felt... so deeply known... the pen of the poet... the brush of the artist... 
word and palette ... a divine order in expression...