Hive Ave Fall2024 - Flipbook - Page 23
Hive Avenue Literary Journal
Poetry
Sun昀氀ower bouquet of my le昀琀
hand
Alicia Aranyi
I happened upon my re昀氀ection,
Carrying some sun昀氀owers at hand.
Filling a vase,
As to not deplete their stems.
And as the water rushed,
A melodic hush,
Which would normally be ignored,
The water rushedSo I looked up,
And saw the soul my re昀氀ection showed.
Saw her round face,
Soft eyes and lips,
But most of all, her peacefulness:
The same calm as when I’d tread in my own tiny forest when young,
Tending to the gardens and making bread from some crumbs.
Felt myself years past,
She who shyly examined her surroundings,
Voice too quiet,
Cherishing the rules for their structure.
And I see her raucous laughter once home.
In the mirror I see my heart,
Its tenderness, everyone is close to it.
My wildness and quiet show,
Contradiction I pose.
Beyond my absurd remarks and hysteric, hyper, laughter,
Beyond my quiet in some crowds,
It shows.
No one can tame me of my ways,
As I tread softly through the sands and the waves.
I happened upon my re昀氀ection,
Sun昀氀owers at hand,
A sun昀氀ower again.
I hold them softly, a bouquet of my left hand,
Filling the vase in my purposeful way,
Me again, in my own way.
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