You
got me thinking
just looking at different views
of the same picture
or is it different pictures
but with the same view
same person
or thing
not knowing if the mind is set
with fingers
to trace
contours of faces
or places
or feel the caricature
of a picture
immersed in the heart
as a start
then again
the playful sea
splashed a spray
of water
on my face
as if it wanted to play
with me
as I looked at the pictures
through the eye
of my mind
colours so engaged
to entice vision
and I begin to feel
excited to read comments
as I move
every footage
by just rolling a tiny ball
with the tip of my finger
one more time
before I exit the window
on my laptop
and touch the screen
of the sea
and climb off the boat
to let it dance
on its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem