Death came to visit, an unrecognizable guise at my door
Intentionally, viscously crumbling my world to its core.
Spinning in perpetual haste, you then appeared out of thin air
To bid farewell, seek forgiveness, and our differences repair.
Realization and understanding evaded, deigning to deceive
And in the skip of a suddenly silent heartbeat, you did leave.
Caught in a spiral of dismal, devastating distraction
Time was no friend, leaving a lingering depth of reaction.
Incessant reality broke forth in a parallel window of time
Overwhelming cacophony of loss and remorse completely all mine.
Never to be loosed, those chains shall relentlessly bind.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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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:
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Absolutely fantastic, Cindy. I love how you’ve expressed grief within the bounds of the acrostic poem. Bravo! 💕🙂
I've been here, quite recently in fact with someone terribly close. It's not easy. The last two lines encapsulate that grief well. All in all this a great poem.