Outside my window...

The Feel of September…

outside my window

the sky darkening

the winds sounding

rustling be the leaves

the deep green of the towering oak

the blushing anew of the dogwood

this the twilight hour

a sweet solitude

a gentle silence

a sigh, a pause…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

#September #twilight #oak #dogwood #pause #rosemarieraccioppi

Of Shadow Of Light

A dance of shadow of light
The dawning of a day new
Branch and bough in loving grace
Within this moment in heart to place

Heard is the silence, a music divine

This melody of soul in this moment mine

The gentle whispers of a whispering wind be heard

And known within be the divinity of the WORD

Creation's embrace in gentleness be shown

Blessed be this moment in solitude known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Good Morning,  Siddartha Beth Pierce.

Maurizio Bignone "In solitude" - when You must make a choice...

...and for you dear Maurizio Bignone...

Solitude

solitude

a resounding stillness to pervade

the cacophony of thought quieted

the grasp of self beyond clutter and chaos

the soul's call for depths of understanding

the heart's call for spirit's embrace

the silent the silent knowing of THE WORD

the music the music now heard.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

...within this evening hour... Flower Of My Mind

haiku reflections

flower of my mind
from the depth of solitude
rising be the light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Flower of My Mind, Image: ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.

The Wind and the Willow
a book of original poetry

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ALL Presence

In the solitude of these moments
The feel of the warming sun and gentle wind
Leaves in rapturous array, alight and flutter free
Ambient sounding, pulsing, heartbeat of time
This Autumn season of change
I, my breath, trees, the ALL presence.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


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Swaddled In The Baptism Of Time

Swaddled in the baptism of time
Thought and being
Solitude
Moments of intimacy
With the inner secrets of SELF
Woven threads
Yesterdays the weft
Tomorrows the warp
This cloak of life woven
Textured by the visions of heart
Patterned by the quest of soul
Moments in freedom's embrace
A silent resonant call is heard
Wonder, oneness, echo a repose
A return to innocence
Swaddled in the baptism of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


“I Am Half-Sick of Shadows," Said the Lady of Shalott, 1915, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917.

This Breath Known

Solitude
The quiet of God's grace
These echoes of thought
Hushed by resounding stillness of soul
The gathering of time
Moments suspended
Embraced by the ALL
Within nature's Oneness
This heart real
This breath known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Quietude, Watercolor, Skyscapes, Rose Marie Raccioppi, http:www.apogeeart.com



Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~Robert Frost~
and so the echoes of heart, soul, and quest, be heard...
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Nightly Forage

This nightly forage in solitude
Gathering the spoils of silence
Held by the embrace of spirit
Bathed by the light of a distant star.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Night Sky in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Declan McCullagh, photographer.


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APOGEE Moon
December 20, 2009

Blue Moon
December 31, 2009


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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~Robert Frost~
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Woven Threads

Woven threads
Thought and being
Solitude
Moments of intimacy
With the inner secrets of self
Passion in quietude
To move this soul's Presence to praise
A silent resonant call is heard
Wonder, oneness, echo a repose.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


“I Am Half-Sick of Shadows," Said the Lady of Shalott, 1915, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, 1849-1917.

Solitude

Solitude, this quiet of God's grace
These echoes of thought
The resounding stillness of soul
The gathering of time
The heart now known
Within this silence, the Word
Within this darkness, the vision
Within this chamber of God I dwell.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



Solitude, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America, 2008


Solitude, Lord Frederic Leighton, English, 1830-1896, Oil on canvas, c. 1890, Maryhill Museum of Art Washington, USA

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