Journey to a Magical Realm
A Poem of Imagination and Wonder
In a world of dreams and delight,
Where imagination takes its flight,
Let me tell you a tale so sweet,
In a poem where wonders meet.
Once upon a magic land,
Where castles rise and unicorns stand,
There lived fairies with wings so bright,
Sprinkling stardust in the night.
Beneath the sky so blue and vast,
Creatures danced in joyous blast,
Talking animals, wise and kind,
Shared their wisdom, peace of mind.
With laughter, games, and playful glee,
Children danced around the tree,
They chased rainbows, caught a star,
Adventure found near and far.
In this enchanted land of fun,
The day was bright like the shining sun,
Imagination soared, hearts were free,
A place where dreams became reality.
So close your eyes, let's take a trip,
To a magical world, no time to slip,
Where dreams come true for one and all,
In this wondrous land, let your spirit fall.
For in the realm of endless delight,
Imagination takes its flight,
With love and laughter, hold it tight,
In this magical poem, day or night.
About the Creator
Gokul Nath
Hi, my name is Gokulnath Jeyaraj.
I am a weaver of words, a conjurer of dreams, a poet. My work is characterized by wonder, curiosity, and deep empathy for the human experience.
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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 Angeli7 days ago in Poets
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