A tale as old as time
Where you and I reside
I resided on your lap
You're hand caressing my back
How I miss this feeling of security
This false sense of serenity
Small and fragile
I was but a child
Strong and Mild
You're arms would wrap me entirely
Your voice rung through the night
Like chimes passing with the wind
My laughter of sweet innocence
The sweet sound of bells
When the world was full of color and worth exploring
Present day has left me with a bitter aftertaste
I find my way back to the sweet memories
Of when the world was meant for us
We ruled what was in front of us
Imagination the weapon of choice
We thought nothing could break us
Youth was everlasting
What a time to reminisce
About the Creator
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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 Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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