Don’t Fret
I’ll Be Back If I Can
Today was the day
That I left you alone,
I can see you sitting there
Hoping I'll phone.
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I'm so sorry baby
I really am,
But I'm hoping it's for a short time
Because you're a wonderful man.
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When I left you this morning
There were tears in my eyes,
And my voice was so choked
I couldn't say my goodbyes.
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I hope you understand
It's something I had to do,
Because what's happening to me
Has got me so confused.
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My minds all mixed up
And my feelings are crazy,
The love I hold for you
Has gone very hazy.
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But baby I still care
So please don't forget,
I'll be back if I can
So please don't fret.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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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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