Three Poems

Isha Mital

Reflection

People see themselves in the water,
And paint what they see.
I see myself burning with the stars,
And am speechless at the grandeur
Of what I behold.
I'm not a man of talent.
I can never quite encapsulate
the fullness
of my own beating heart.

Untitled

Water
I am without
Though asked to talk about
So I open my mouth
And flow their fill

Box Dye

The plastic container
Should have
enough to paint the
whole sky blue, or so
I thought.
But it would only ever do
For me and you.

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A visual artist and poet whose work is concise and still in nature. Her work has previously appeared in SHINE International Poetry Series, Point Clear Press, Qwerty Quarterly, Silcrow Press, Otherwise Engaged Journal, Wildroof Journal, Azarão Lit Journal, Sinkhole Quarterly, Plague Circus Press, and others.