The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

I am a blank canvas, to put upon, the angles, the curves, the colors, the
the defining lines that will create the whole of  the new me, the who from

the inside to be portrayed on the outside.

 

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 be

seen, 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 of 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 vine, 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 the buds petals would
deteriorate.

Toxic to, mildew that can smother, wilt, proliferate though out the bloom, the stem, from the clouds full of bursting harmful rains, 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 it’s 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 vineing stem, each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture,

 

To make the most brilliant ROSE, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS

to ever be experienced, is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is
mine, to fulfill a vision from within my souls minds eye.

Alexandra Carpenter

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