Poems by Éva Borka

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                              Laughter and Magic Shoes

How you express yourself
outwardly
is the laughter of
an adventurous heart
turning to face others
with courage.
No matter if you
receive a look
or a gust of breath
taken in
and held.

What matters is that
you sing your song
and walk your journey
in magic shoes.
And this world
is large enough
to hold all similarities
and differences equally.

Perhaps there
is a laughter that
ripples out
from the earth
to find you for her
expression.
And when you
and your adventurous heart
slip away to where
flowers dream
this laughter
will remain
searching.

 


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The Hiding Place  

 

 There is Something About

There is something about
long grass that draws you in.
An uncombed chaos
that both frees the wolf in you
and comforts the one who hides.
You bury your earth face
and Persephone guides you
down to her winter home
of labyrinths and longings.
You marvel that your body
has become a new landscape
of hills and valleys
to a thousand small creatures.

A cricket balances on the stage
of your hand
and serenades a ladybird
in a polka dot dress.
You listen with the stillness of trees
and your hair blends
into rustling waves
of gold and green.
The cricket sings a different song
because you are there.

Far above
is a patchwork of blue sky
and the glistening diamonds
of a spider's web.
You make a wish
and a solitary bumble bee
caresses the opening flower
of your face.

                      

                              The Flame of Love

A flame went forth
from a very large flame
out into a world
where he had no name

so he just glistened.

A young girl
in a window seat
despairing of life,
a day she could not meet

saw him glisten.

Soldiers fighting
over an important thing
paused for a moment
to hear someone sing

and he glistened.

A man alone and cold
thinking about growing old
wondered how a barren tree
could produce fruit
unexpectedly

and it glistened.

Finally one distant day
the little spark found his name
and LOVE came home
to a very large flame

and they glistened.


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