Poetry from Réka Nyitrai

Yellow painted rose on yellow painted concrete

Photo: Morgan Petroski

Wild flowers

This morning
I tried to count
the bees that live inside my head.
I tried to figure out
why I feel loneliest
surrounded by people.
Then, I imagined
being a ghost,
carrying flowers
to the graves of my loved ones.
Flowers with puckered lips.
Flowers with teeth.
Flowers that bite off the shadows’ nose,
and roam the fields
collecting bones.

Réka Nyitrai is a spell, a sparrow, a lioness’s tongue — a bird nest in a pool of dusk. She is the recipient of a Touchstone Distinguished Books Award for 2020 for her debut haiku volume While Dreaming Your Dreams (Valencia Spain: Mono Ya Mono Books, 2020).

1 Comment

  1. Wonderful! The flower metaphors were especially eye-catching.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.