A Poetic Reflection
Echoes Through Time
In three succinct words, Frost unveils,
Life's enigma in poetic tales.
"It goes on," the mantra, a rhythm deep,
A melody eternal, where secrets sleep.
Through valleys low and peaks so high,
Life's ballad plays beneath the sky.
A symphony of moments, a journey untold,
In the rhythm of life, destinies unfold.
Seasons change, and moments pass,
Yet, life's melody, an everlasting class.
In joy and sorrow, it meanders along,
A resilient spirit, singing life's song.
Let not the hardships hold you fast,
Time, relentless, a river vast.
In three words spun, a universe unfolds,
Life goes on, its story ever told.
About the Creator
Mubashira Kachhot
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli2 days ago in Poets
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Fantastic. :)