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I dreamnt that I was a metaphor,
wisely recited by a God,
that awoke the transient Beauty.
It was not enough, the bliss of that perfection.
I left my fingetrips touch the dew with the Moon inside.
Coldness creeping into an Old Soul….icy magnetism.
They say that we all have a clon, a mirror of Love.
And some that there is a mirror of Hate.
And I recall, Mirror and Pond, versión of reflection.
Narcissus embarked on a vessel of deceit.
Where are you that I cannot catch your essence?
Poorly written, that verse containing raw material.
A laughing in the midway of sorrow and joy.

I am not loving it…the repetition, the absent evolutiion.
But the Soul needs to root in the vernacular.
My home..my own…..my left visitors, the thoughts.
Nor I desdain the echo of a melancholic dropping,
as a line of a poem swimming in metrics and music.
When I dream, I do perceive the untouchable.
And the sensations, creep under the sheets,
looking for the space of the Nebula.
Emergent and Submerging, the coat of freedom.
Easy to wear under and over the vibrant skin.

I dreamnt I was dreaming…the hardest.
A waving image of Life biofeedbacking.
I call you…you…..me, and
you call me …..me…you.
And at the end, no one is there,
to receive my tiding.
Rosa

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  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 1 year ago

    This image is subjected to © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved

    I dreamnt that I was a metaphor,
    wisely recited by a God,
    that awoke the transient Beauty.
    It was not enough, the bliss of that perfection.
    I left my fingetrips touch the dew with the Moon inside.
    Coldness creeping into an Old Soul….icy magnetism.
    They say that we all have a clon, a mirror of Love.
    And some that there is a mirror of Hate.
    And I recall, Mirror and Pond, versión of reflection.
    Narcissus embarked on a vessel of deceit.
    Where are you that I cannot catch your essence?
    Poorly written, that verse containing raw material.
    A laughing in the midway of sorrow and joy.

    I am not loving it…the repetition, the absent evolutiion.
    But the Soul needs to root in the vernacular.
    My home..my own…..my left visitors, the thoughts.
    Nor I desdain the echo of a melancholic dropping,
    as a line of a poem swimming in metrics and music.
    When I dream, I do perceive the untouchable.
    And the sensations, creep under the sheets,
    looking for the space of the Nebula.
    Emergent and Submerging, the coat of freedom.
    Easy to wear under and over the vibrant skin.

    I dreamnt I was dreaming…the hardest.
    A waving image of Life bio – feedbacking.
    I call you…you…..me, and
    you call me …..me…you.
    And at the end, no one is there,
    to receive my tiding.
    Rosa

    © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2013 – All rights reserved

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosabout 1 year ago

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeabout 1 year ago

    Mesmerising artwork – like a dreamscape of the soul. A profound and engaging poem that is like an odyssey of your soul. Beautiful work my dear friend.

  • Thank you so much, Anthea….for many of you this is really the vision of a dream..I think it is too, but is so deep that I am not aware until the echo is getting closer.
    Hugs, Anthea.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • JRGarland
    JRGarlandabout 1 year ago

    Wow, I’m so impressed with your writings and image dear Rosa. You have such a profound way to express yourself it’s unbelievable. Love everything about this post!!

  • Thanks…the virtue of the appraisals is in the heart of the one that is sending it to another soul. I am thankful, and honored by your words. And somehow amazed by them. You cheer my soul up with them…it is much encouraging.
    A warm hug for you.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Carol and Mike Werner
    Carol and Mike...about 1 year ago

    Wonderful work, Rosa . . . an intriguing combination of words and image . . .

  • Thank you very much for your presence and for using your energy and affection in this piece.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindabout 1 year ago

    Wow Rosa. Very beautiful image that is matched so perfectly with your most dream like and thought provoking words. Other worldly yet from deep within. Extraordinary, as you are. xoxoxoxoxxoxoxo♥

  • Thanks so much…dear Shar. I feel warm inside with your presence and your always positive heart. Love the avatar….by the way!!!!.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • George Coombs
    George Coombsabout 1 year ago

    Lovely sensitive work Rosa both the words and the image

  • Thank you so much, George for understanding and being close here.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • cieloverde
    cieloverdeabout 1 year ago

    Esta imagen es la perfección de un sueño
    que el pensamiento ha creado
    y la imaginación ha moldeado
    a través de esas pupilas coloreadas………………………………….
    Brillante……….Hermosa !
    Abracito……..liliana

  • Abracito recibido, Liliana.
    Muchas gracias por tu corazón, tu presencia y compañía.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • JUSTART
    JUSTARTabout 1 year ago

    great work

  • Thank you so much, dear Syl.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • tori yule
    tori yuleabout 1 year ago

    Beautiful work, Rosa
    Both poem and image

  • Thanks a lot Tori. Good to see you here…partaking.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

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