The Artist

Brilliantly bizarre, blushing abstraction, 

the driving force behind vivid’s, wildest attraction.
The canvass awaits your bold statement,
like an arched back chilled,
by whispered sensations.
The tickling, trickling, of fingers mingling,
the emotional motion,
of the brushes stroked ambition, tingling.

The essence of the erect easel, keeps it’s stance,
while boldness of colors become synchronized,
in the sultriest dance.
Graciously a gallery, grasps a review,
calling out to the Artist,
to articulate,
it’s climatic points of view.

Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore
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