You pour her a cup of tea and sit.
You look at her and flash some teeth with a smile of a king.
You drink from a cup of happiness.
A hint of empty promises.
A dash of the broken-hearted.
A small red rose raised from cheek to cheek.
In awe of her presence,
You commence.
You sense her thorns in her otherwise beautiful form.
You fetch laced band-aids, your smile fades.
Bind her up with ruthless care.
Decorate her with feathers.
Paint her with leather straps on a tattered canvas.
“Your punishment” you whisper in her ear.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” she hears.
“Share your secrets.” you gasp as you try to touch her.
Her emerald greens dancingly staring back.
Her ruby petals blossom.
Her body folds into a cup of tea.
You move closer and yell into her echoes.
You caress her playful leaves andtrail towards her stem.
You prick yourself instead.
The fire's dead.
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Estrella Cabada
I'm defined by nothing but my own actions. I left with words unspoken and secrets never broken.
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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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