Late August breeze passes by
The faint smell of burnt wood present
Forrest alive and lush with green
Humble ponds slightly move
The deer turn their heads
Robins watch as they chirp high up
A woman wandered over
The sun had begun to set
Her hair short and wild
Smooth face tanned gorgeously
Her robe, smelt of evergreen
In her basket laid a prothonotary warbler
Its breath shortening by the minute
Its feathers a flaxen yellow
The bird looks up in despair
The woman cradled the creature
Gently laid it by the pond
Distant wolves had cried out
Ants marched in harmony
The woman painfully watched
The bird closing its eyes
A figure from the pond emerged
Their face iridescent
Their form humanoid-like
The bird laid in their hand
As the woman witnessed in surprise
Their hand over the birds body
It whispered the calls of nature
Nostalgic feelings of joy played
The animals nearby watched
Predator and prey together
To witness final moments
The bird had passed
But it had lived a happy life
Peace was common place
Friendships blossomed and went
Love and hope were familiar
Even in its last moments
It was shown kindness
The smell of rain filled the air
Despite no clouds in the sky
The figure placed the bird back
Onto its death bed it laid
The woman knew it so
She smiled and headed back
Animals left with no conflict
Having a temporary truce
The figure melted into the water
As the forest went silent
For the one that had passed
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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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