Autumn Interlude

haiku reflections...

the din put to rest
this moment's sweet quietude
savor of silence.

lambent sky above
gentle ripple of water
autumn interlude.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Autumn Interlude, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

Paint They The Winds

the golden hues of autumn leaves
hold to the sun's glow from above
paint they the winds this very day
with brilliant amber light and love.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Paint They The Winds, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

..Sunday morning awakens... Night Begets Day...

haiku reflections...

the night begets day
darkness unveils its glory
illumed be the joy.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Night Begets Day, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

On Being a Poet - So Tolls the Poet's Pulse

The poet's pulse
The throbbing silent and heard
The pulsing hidden and seen
Emotions held and free
The panting of the poet’s palette
Words of color, hue, mood and timbre
Sonorous images of light
Orchestrated upon the page
So tolls the poet’s pulse.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image, Pool Pulse, Museum of Science, Boston, 2007.

"Throughout the ages, the language of poetry has held a special power to lend us courage, to give us the vision of those who endured and to hazard ourselves boldly in the world we must inhabit. The insights and imagery of poetry can take us beyond any small perimeter we have made for ourselves and call us to look life straight in the eyes. Once we establish ourselves at this conversational frontier, we find ourselves living amidst revelation, the recipients of visible and invisible help we could not previously recognize. Poetry tells us we can not only be found by a greater world, but also enlarge ourselves to become a participating element in that new future.

The task of the poet is to articulate the “it” in our lives, or our society’s lives - whatever “it” happens to be at any given time - and to try and overhear ourselves say something from which we cannot retreat.

Great poetry tells us that the stakes in life are very high and that failure is possible, yet it does not treat living as a burden. Suffering has its place in any human life, and in many ways is inescapable, yet it is also the hallmark of our incarnation, and one of the tasks of poetry is to show us how to walk into the middle of it and make a home, thus emboldening and deepening our generosity to others."

Institute of Noetic Sciences, "Clear Mind Wild Heart,"
Finding Courage and Clarity through Poetry, David Whyte.

...the gentle winds blow...and I Sail

Sail I to the sun's splendor
Sail I to the casting light
Sail I to the call of the waters
Beyond the dark of night

Sail I to the vistas of faith
Sail I to the depths of my soul
Sail I to the glory and grace
Beyond all life's toll

Sail I to uncharted waters
Sail I to horizons yet known
Sail I to each sunrise
Beyond life has thus shown

Sail I to the heavens above
Sail I to the dreams to unfold
Sail I to the questing heart
Beyond a story told.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sail I, Photo, PFR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

With The Night Rain

Each fallen leaf laden with the night rain
Their wind swept flight put to tame
A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground
Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound
Held still by the towering mighty oak tree
Red brown leaves on branch and bough high above me
Gentle Fall winds entreat each quivering leaf to fly
Alight their color array to sweep the now gray sky.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Oak, photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011.

Frank Sinatra - Autumn Leaves