Showing posts with label weaving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weaving. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

TAPESTRY... Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

 



Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

A TAPESTRY
the light of the sun
the glow of the moon
the sparkle of the stars
threads of light woven by time

A TAPESTRY
the colors of a palette
the notes of a song
the words of a poet
threads of artistry woven by time

A TAPESTRY
the PRESENCE of NOW
the memory of a yesterday
the vision of a tomorrow
threads of BEING woven by time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Tapestry Image: Tarola Decor Wall Tapestry
Versailles, Paris, France
Hercules Room of Royal Chateau

The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...
"Warp and weft are the two basic components used in weaving to turn thread or yarn into fabric. The lengthwise or longitudinal warp yarns are held stationary in tension on a frame or loom while the transverse weft (sometimes woof) is drawn through and inserted over and under the warp.[1] ."
An so it is...the warp. the constant, the eternal, of the supernal graces, the, as above, so below... the weft, the horizontal passages, upon which the day to day, changes, challenges, calls, are 'woven' into the offerings of the heavens, and the dominions of light. The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...
And so I come to appreciate anew, the JOY of my childhood hours weaving 'pot holders' as gifts to friends and family... The constant, the changing as ONE.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Cloak of Dawn... Threads of Time...


Threads of time, experiences, thoughts, visions, within the moment, 
within each season of change... ever the Cloak of Dawn...

we gave a cry and all rejoiced for this our birth complete
we are our first
 steps greeted with open arms
our first word that brought an admiring smile...

trace the years and their memories await anew
a montage, a kaleidoscope, of one's life view
sounds, impressions, of place time and moments sweet
where our dreams and our days come to meet
praise, punishment, joy and pain come to define
a life known as rightly yours, a life lived as mine
and what brings reason to pause this very day
but the wondrous Creation given by Life along its way
decades of moons have brought mystery and delight
magical be this waxing and waning of Creation's light
and so this heart, this soul, in time's grasp and claim
be held in the spirit and glory of our Creator's name
be it of yesterdays or days yet, and dreams enfold
each new gaze, a breath, a sigh, be this our story told
with threads of time cloak of dawn we weave
be it the warp and weft of Divinity conceived.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown,  New York


Cloak of Dawn, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.