driving force behind vivid’s wild attraction.
The canvass awaits your bold statement, like an arching back’s chills, from whispered sensations.
The tickling, trickling, tingling of fingers, the emotional motion,
of the brushes stroked, ambition.
So vibrantly forceful, in action and mingling.
The essence of the easel kept it’s stance,
while the boldness of colors, became synchronized, in a sultry ballet dance.
A Gallery, gallantly grasped, at a review,
called out to the Artist,
to articulate, his conclusioned point of view.
Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended by Tamara Moore Thinker on the Loose