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There was a time….when I played for nothing, it must have been long time ago. Sometimes, I can hold the world of freedom, as a child. There must be a light in all the playing, and so I look inside to meet it. This is dedicated to every soul, who as myself has seen all the life changing from strangeness and solitude to a sharing fantasy.
Title from this song that I love from this poet that I love.
“Where do the Children play” (Cat Stevens)
*I get lost in his silence’s lighting.
Mute windmills without a breathing.
I can watch the Fool kidnapped,
running before wild horses,
playing with hungry dogs,
flying with paper doves,
being burnt like moths,
under dusty suns.
Songs of the mermaids lullabies,
sleeping behind murmuring clouds,
deep and warm…black is She,
the poetess of dreams,
the horizon where, my thoughts
may fall into a deeper abyss.
Playfull is the music that they play,
fingers dancing upon the earth,
a mosaic of filagree and shadows.
Apparently , they are going along,
laughing with the patterns,
created with simplicity,
and animated by their souls.
I feel sad,
not without a sweetness..
I feel uprooted….
not without feet to grow in,
I feel alone….
not without a world in my heart,
running free like a drop,
ready to loose the grip,
from the border..trembling border,
of a blooming rose.
Rosa*
Comments
oh rosa….this is fabullous….:)
Thank you so much, dear Tammera….your are the first one here.
So good to have you close.
Rosa
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fave fave fave
awesome Rosa oxo
A pleasure to feel you, dear Del..thank you very much.
Rosa
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It seems as if something in the air has sparked off dreams of childhood – perhaps in contrast to the interesting PP forum on objectification? A lovely image Rosa, and a great Cat Stevens song to go along. Indeed .. .. .. where do the children play?
Hi dear Lindsay.
Oh…I would have never thought of it. The relationship between both topics, but it may be. Childhood is being though quite “objectificable” right now…everyone of them, children are apparently moved by the video games, and the relationship among them is always potentitated via football and that stuff…I am trying to get into my core…not lost, of my childhood. I cannot live on other’s just trying to recall…what it was…what it is..
I feel good with your visit and sharing.
The C. Stevens song popped out giving me the title and then I could hear it and feel his shaking inside. Afterwards…he decided to change his spiritual traits into a religious devotion, highly specialized…and lost his trail. I’d rather feel his “wild days” even they were hard for him. I love wildness whatever it can bring.
A warm hug for you.
Rosa
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Rosa, Rosa … me oh my, its been awhile, but worth the wait (for me) … beautiful image … love it +Fav
Thanky David…it seems many souls in here are out for a while right now…tides of presence and soul, and so it is so great to hear and feel you again.
Rosa
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Rosa …what a kaleidoscope of colours and childhood, a hopscotch of memories, a reminisce of share…so lovely
sandra x
Dear Sandra,
So good to share this kaleidoscope…you are right…. they are memories without knowing where they are coming and how. Somehow they are feeling me with sadness, I will give a trying and see what is behind them.
A warm hug.
Rosa
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Very Nice
Thank you very much for your presence here.
Rosa
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wonderful!
Thank you dear helene….always a light into my soul.
Rosa
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Oh rosa how beautiful this is.they play in the streets, in posh homes ,in cold snow or hot steets of calcutta. theyalso play any where and every where.you made me think on this with your image. your poem so poignant and beautiful .Ilove the song >Cat a fav for many years .I played the song and read the poetry twice,dear Rosa you are a special ladty!!LIZ
You are too considerate Liza..I am greatly thankful for your interest.
You are right..just one hearing and reading may not be enough.
For me…then most painful moment…when I write on my art works.I sometimes would let it go without it. But it is just like a habit. When I wrote this one…I saw that I was feeling sad. I have some reasons…and once more I can see that things does not happen but for an inner energy….not matter how one will try the images come at their right moment.
Receive a warm and tight hug..
Rosa
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fab work
Thanks a lot for being here dear M’Lady.
Rosa
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