This image has been created to introduce to you a videoclip I have created of the work of Séraphine de Senlis, a great woman painter, and uploaded into my Rosa Cobos´s YouTube Channel. Both poem and music are depicting what I feel about this extraordinary woman whose creations are unique and amazing.
Your Womb,seeding thousands of suns.
Incrusted little cryings into the pomegranate.
A Womb, moans of a pleasure, renounced.
Your hand...gripping brushes of organic forms.
Clutched to a basic image as dense clouds,
bringing heaviness to the ethereal loneliness.
A womb giving birth to molten lead
a miracle transformed into blood and water,
spoiled sperm in angelic breeding.
So she dreams...my Séraphine.
Lust is inconvenient .
it comes too soon,
and it lasts...
Soul without a mirror,
attending the water to reflect.
Keep it clean...without dust,
keep it cool at the brim of tears,
walking on the sleet of agonies.
Turn my face into shapes ...recognizable,
where my fingers can meddle with in bliss.
A wild forest without leaves dropping,
a light that cannot reach your roarings.
Petals, opened almonds with hairy tongues.
Tiny flowers crawling inside as worms.
Eyes not giving back any smile or hatred.
Blank spaces of pearly wisdom.
Seem to reflect but they are blind.
Seem to water but they are dried.
Seem to call out , but there, is silence.
They are seeding other�s wombs,
in a fancy uncompleted though eternal.
Arrays of order, in a chaos of depictions.
Touch ripe and turgid.
Your walking fast and intended.
Where are you going....Séraphine?
Not looking behind your shoulders.
You could not even feel...see...realize,
that you have not lost your mighty wings.
They are there...soaring up in Heaven,
pushing your Soul, beyond Time, Death,
and rooting the Womb into a Sea of Life.
( This poem is subjected to @ copyright Rosa Cobos 2012 - All rights reserved)
September 13th, 2012
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