Thursday, December 6, 2007













The Art of Blooming A Rose Pink
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The object is a ROSE. Not just any ROSE! The most beautiful, special budding
ROSE! I will fill the canvas from side to side, to view from all directions. It to beseen, not to hide. Every angle, every curve, not all perfect, some curled, some straight, some just turned under just so, the light to reflect the beauty, the colors from the darkest, to
the faintest of the lightest, to be the most perfect color.

The color that I choose for this most special rose is PINK. From the darkest to
the lightest the color will flow, to shimmer, to electrify, to project the most beautiful angelic glow. The stem from upon which the bud is held, will be that of a vineing intertwining, stem, interlacing leaves of Celtic green, many thorns along it, sharply pointed to help protect this bud from bites, toxic waste of spittle which would deteriorate the buds petals.
Sunshine rays of warmest sun, shining down surrounding, soft rains falling, penetrating the ground around; is what this blooming bud needs. For the bud to suck up through its stem and roots all the nourishment it will need.
The breeze, on which fairy’s voices softly singing encouragements of loves sweet songs to fill this buds stem and each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture.
To make the most brilliant ROSE PINK, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS to ever be experienced. This is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is mine to fulfill, a vision from within my minds eye.

How I do miss you so...


This art print is for sale on lulu.com
Poem does not come with it at this time. Would with the right frame make a great selection
for giving to someone close to you or yourself. You may find this and other selections at:
available as just, print-$25.00,frame included-$60.00,or download of print-$10.00
Thanks much for viewing, Alexa
The Mistress Lament
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CreativeVibes
The night seems so lonely without you
I have not felt your lips upon mine c
Can not feel your breath upon my neck
Nor taste your tongue with mine intertwined
Your caress I have come to treasure
Your hand dancing lightly across my breast
Your soft moans in my ear, I do not hear
Our pleasures intertwined, I love us so near
Those moments afterward we share
Lying in the warmth of our two souls
Me curling into you ,drifting to sleep
Together basking in the after glow
As I lay in the dark, your presents still felt
I can still breath in the smell of you
I curl into our pillow, as I let out a sigh
Still feel your hand on my thigh
My nights are so lonely without you