Reflections, paint, brush, and then ~ Phoenix Rising

Despair, devastation

Deliverance I declare
Rise I as the Phoenix
From the ashes
The dark spirit
A faded illusion
And I free
Free.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Phoenix Rising, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, ©2010.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

I remember once upon a time
There was delight in each nursery rhyme
No thought was given to what I did say
It was just a part of frolic and play
And then the facts and figures and reason came
It was no longer quite the same
Jack and Jill still went up the hill
But Jill was not to tumble still
And should not Humpty Dumpty know his call
And not sit on that wall at all
When will Little Miss Muffet learn to stay
Even if a spider came her way
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Rose Marie Raccioppi



Ashes, ashes we all fall down, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, 2008, Publish America.

Mrs. Duffee Seated on a Striped Sofa, Reading, 1876, Mary Cassatt, American, 1844–1926, Oil on panel,The Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, MA, USA