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.
Reading your poems are like going into a different universe......they are incredible...
ReplyDeleteAthira, thanks for reading, thanks for such a lovely comment. I'm humbled. <3
DeleteGreat imagery : ) This describes well how we feel sometimes, and we do not even know if we are in front or behind the mirror.
ReplyDeleteMartin! I'm super happy to see you here. Thanks for your visit and a lovely comment. <3
Delete...in the sides
ReplyDeletewith you
in all directions
are both
but,
aren't near
forever
seeing and impossibles
things...
Adoro os obras do Esther Kenia!
Ah obrigada pelo diálogo poético! <3
DeleteExcellent metaphor, Kenia, though touched with sadness for the impossible dream.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite mathematicians :) ~
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