These three poems by Zhihua Wang meditate on life while lauding writing as an ingress towards the realization of the poet’s best self…
by: Zhihua Wang
Pen I keep you handy in case I feel unassured of remembering things or want to scribble down ideas rushed in a sudden. You lie in the harbor of my thumb and fore figure – I long to hold you there, a sign I have words to trail and stories to tell. Comparing with cursor flickering on the screen, fingertips dancing on keyboard, you’re just small. Yet you focus my strength when I write, feel my heart throbs when I draw, record the mess of my thoughts, and stand by my truthfulness.
My Reflection There's a person I haven't yet seen today – a person who’s engaged with herself in the kitchen this morning, a person who was nurtured by a full night’s sleep, every inch of her skin must be glossy. A glimpse of her glory in the lighted bathroom mirror doesn’t suffice. I long to meet her in my portable, circular, dual-sided, 3x magnifying looking glass. Hoist the blinds, lift the window, in nature’s light, I sit before her, examine her, stroke her — even with the added lines, the trials and errors, she still holds my full attention, hold my hopes for miracles, feeling I can reach her best form in the end, and she will love me, every day, a little bit more.
Life ...........I Maybe you’ll surprise me for a brief moment, but I’ve been excited for a whole night. Maybe you’ve arranged for me a common growth, but I’ve waited for my entire blooming season. Maybe you’ll show me an earthly love, a mundane world, and a future that we all foresee – but I’ll give you everything, and devote myself to you, always, in full. ..........II When the sun is shining bright, will it connect you to the past? The song floats on the small playground on campus, under the basketball hoops, our flying dreams. We carry our dreams and stumble forward. Sooner or later, there will be bumps ahead that make us fall, sometimes because of ourselves, sometimes, someone else. Life, always at a certain point, in a certain way, lets us hurt.
Zhihua Wang is a poetry candidate in the Arkansas Writers’ MFA Program at the University of Central Arkansas. She worked as the Managing Editor of Arkana from 2019-2020. Her recent work is shown/forthcoming in Aji Magazine, Last Leaves, San Pedro River Review, Nurture, The Curator, Eunoia Review and more. She is working on her first poetry collection and a collection of translated poems.