As words make themselves deeply known by the meaning and vibration of each letter, the consciousness mind as well as the subconscious mind are brought into play. So too, when we view a work of art. Poetry, our Spirit in expressive sound, Artistry our Spirit in expressive light...

Flutter...Flutter...Frivolity

In the darkest hour before dawn
Awaken I to feathered voices
Sweet flirtations to court the new day
Heard be the fluttering of wings
Robins red breasted
Frivolity fills my chambers
And blushed be the hour.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 


Frivolity, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi, http://www.apogeeart.com