Childhood Falls to The Ground With The Autumn Leaves
By Alicia Aranyi

My heart snaps pictures as it pulses,
My mind’s eye creates a time capsule as I examine my surroundings.
It’s ever so hard to reconcile ,
The mundane dragging moment with the fleeting nature of this life,
Living in the moment as we whirl through space at a million miles a second.
We only have one life after all. Or perhaps we have two or seven.

 

On this misty day
Transported to a place of the past
I’m ever aware how the future is rushing back to meet me.
Change occurs, it’s a part of “being”,
And the silky sandy stretch of my childhood shall depart in these coming weeks.
Home of my heart, home of my kin,
When next will I have one?
An ache of melancholy resides in my chest ,
Beating louder and louder as the summer dwindles to an end.
The summer sun shines so bright yet I can nearly smell the falling leaves in the air.
Soon, they will all fall away bringing with them this present mode of existence.
Then the snow will come along with the cold.
Yet there must be frost to make room for the flowers to bloom once spring comes around.

 

And oh so eager am I, to smell the scents to come.
Little doubt, they will be glorious,
And I will feel that this life is sanctified and blessed.

 

Yet I love the flowers that have bloomed for these past childhood years
And I dread the day that they will wilt and tear

 

 

Shallow Whispers of Love Taunt My Heart

I ache for human contact,
I ache for the chasm in my chest to subside.
If only I would fill it.

Yet I stay lonesome and quiet,
I once longed for a solitary existence,
One without hurt and with calm,
Yet I now cry the seas of Babylon.

 

I wish and fear human contact,
And mere murmurs do not subside this hurt,
I fear this feeling of lonesomeness,
But I loathe the chaos of a “ball”.

 

Seas, are you lonely?
Stars, do you yearn for a friend?
Have I too high expectations,
Or is companionship a necessity or this land?
The depth of my love is as deep as tartarus,
Shallow whispers simply taunt it,
Unearth yourself this cure for loneliness,
Or allow me to embrace it with my arms.

 

Alicia Aranyi from US is a poet and artist whose poetry is published by Homer Odyssey Pages, The Inceptive Literary Magazine and the Coop Zine. Her art is published in the Ranger Magazine and the Lehrus. Additionally, her art has been in several art installations by the Evanston Art Center and the Art Center Highland Park. Alicia is currently pursuing her undergraduate degree at the University of Michigan.