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.
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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.

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