Tuesday, June 3, 2014

House of stairs

I had a dream
you lived in Escher's house
and like two kids
playing hide-and-seek,

I searched you
behind doors,
between sky and water,
inside mirrors.

I couldn't find you.
In Escher's living room,
you were another illusion,
my personal impossible.

8 comments:

  1. Reading your poems are like going into a different universe......they are incredible...

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    1. Athira, thanks for reading, thanks for such a lovely comment. I'm humbled. <3

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  2. Great imagery : ) This describes well how we feel sometimes, and we do not even know if we are in front or behind the mirror.

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    1. Martin! I'm super happy to see you here. Thanks for your visit and a lovely comment. <3

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  3. ...in the sides
    with you
    in all directions
    are both
    but,
    aren't near
    forever
    seeing and impossibles
    things...

    Adoro os obras do Esther Kenia!

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    1. Ah obrigada pelo diálogo poético! <3

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  4. Excellent metaphor, Kenia, though touched with sadness for the impossible dream.

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  5. One of my favorite mathematicians :) ~

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