Sunday, November 23, 2014

When a POET is put to cooking... savor it is...



The apple rests in the palm of my hand
Here I hold the bounty of God's command
Quartered, peeled and cut in preparation
Applesauce to be the transformation
Maple syrup for that hearty sweet touch
Cinnamon sticks, lemon juice not too much
Plumb raisins for added texture and flavor
Cook and stir, oh such aroma to savor
Applesauce made with love and set aside
Jars to hold delight and a bit of Mama's pride.

Happy Thanksgiving


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Applesauce, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014


The MUSIC, the PASSION, the FIRE of BEING... APPASSIONATA...



"Appassionata"

This pulsating pleading passion

rapture and pain

ecstasy grasping for the eternal

fleeting frivolity

thunderous echoes of silence

maudlin, tempered and dark

despair dispelled

the sounding ascension

awakening

movements of innocence

joyful exuberance

the spirit as itself

all sound

all silence

being

quell not these passions

the yearning fires of the soul

devour pain and loss.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet

Appassionata Sonata, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.
HOROWITZ - Beethoven APPASSIONATA op.57 1st mvt. - YouTube ~

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Alphabet in Praise ~ The Sounding Grace in WORD.




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In sharing grace...


As we prepare, as we look to our lives in sharing grace...

Thanksgiving Unto You...

held yet ever so free
this feeling of gratitude grant I unto thee
within this heart and mind of mine
the graces of life, spirit and time
the past and present visions greet
people, places and memories sweet
abundance and bounty, the harvest be known
the gift of labors, the seeds be sown
seedlings and bloom, our blessings received
within all be the Creator conceived
breath and BEING in celebration anew         
this a Thanksgiving unto you.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 



The Veteran in a New Field, 1865, oil on canvas, Winslow Homer, 1836–1910.

Painted through the summer and fall of 1865, not long after the nation came to grips with Robert E. Lee's surrender and mourned President Lincoln's assassination—both of which occurred during the second week of April—Homer's canvas shows an emblematic farmer who is a Union veteran, as is signified by his discarded jacket and canteen at the lower right. The painting seems to blend several related narratives. Most soldiers had been farmers before the Civil War. This man, who has returned to his field, holds an old-fashioned scythe that evokes the Grim Reaper, recalls the war's harvest of death, and expresses grief upon Lincoln's murder. The redemptive feature is the bountiful wheat—a Northern crop—which could connote the Union's victory. With its dual references to death and life, Homer's iconic composition offers a powerful meditation on America's sacrifices and its potential for recovery.

Metropolitan Museum of Art

Lincoln's Signed Proclamation for Thanksgiving
A Proclamation


The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consiousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.

In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.

Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the Unites States the Eighty-eighth.

By the President: Abraham Lincoln

William H. Seward,
Secretary of State

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

C R Y S T A L light...



As I look into my crystal sphere... 
galaxies of light speak the beauty, 
the essence of BEING ever within us... 
and too, the WEB of light in rainbow hues, 
ever spun of love and knowing... 
the brush upon palette and canvas, 
the pen with word, 
the creation perceived, 
the pulsing quest in heart... 
this the MUSE... 
the crystal light of BEING... 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet

Photo: Crystal Sphere, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2014.

C O L O R ...



A palette of color from nature's grace
Bloom and beauty upon Earth so placed
A tree, a flower, a gem, 'tis creation divine
Behold each in its season of time
A palette of color unto me
And so a Moment of Freedom as soul's decree.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet

Moment of Freedom, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi,www.apogeeart.com