Abode
In the end, I won
I like it here
but moving was a chore
No more mounting pressures
So hushed my new world is boring
Far away from my suppressor
Good luck with your rehiring
Not another house to come across
Only our animals for guests
A squishy serenity comes with walking on the peat-moss
Painted birdhouse with cloying baby robins in their nests
I like it here
No one is starring anymore
The allure of fresh-cut grass
We had to hire a fellow
Our push mower didn’t make the pass
His ride on is a buttercup yellow
Blueberries, raspberries and strawberries we planted
Sample an honest mouthful
Offering a sweet flavour vantage
Their little mouths crammed full
I like it here
Enjoying my lair
Licking embers
Our longed-for fireplace
Darker Novembers
Only starlight on my face
Musky incense
Dark and calm spaces
the worst is in the past tense
Honeyed husband embraces
I like it here
It has been a whole year
Waving as cars pass, it’s an unspoken rule
No more need to roam
Sweaty logging road runs, stripping naked, cool splash of the pool
This place is our home
Our life soundtrack is playing
Grace, Joy, and Hope surround me
My babies giggling and dancing
I’m finally free
I like it here
I’ve avenged my life score
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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 Angeli5 days ago in Poets
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