Language provides an echo - it is not the original - words are representations, symbols, utterances, that the inner spirit longs to be known - to self - to others and to the ultimate SELF. As a poet, language echoes my heart's lament, my soul's joy and my spirit's quest to soar, echoes holding to praise and gratitude, a sounding sense of purpose... passions real.
The Call of a Summer Day... Passions Real...
Passion
the pulsing
adventure
of soul of spirit
inspired by
omnipresent need
Passion
the very flame
that lights
the creative longing
the quest for purpose
the reach for knowing
Passion
the wakeful night
that looks to the stars
the moon
the rising sun
the promise of the new day
Passion
the touch of the sublime
the silent yearning
the one known
the beauty perceived
the moment present
Passion
the frivolity of the flower
colors in radiant supernal array
the call to the light of the sun
the roots that reach to the depths
the bloom that prevails
Passion
what I dream
what I vision
what I feel as ME
what I know as SELF
what it is to BE.
~
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Image: Passion Flower: Florgeou
And in reponse this gifted from
Nesreen Kassawa
This from her home garden in San Diego, California
planted with love
Indeed received with love.
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