Providence
Odd Man Out
I passed through a season of falling apart
But you were my miracle waiting to start
See, you were the dawn of a glorious day
You bolstered a man who was fading away
I stood at the corner of Failure and Doubt
But yours was the wisdom that figured me out
This cosmic event has me still mystified
How order’s achieved when two planets collide
My world was a mixture of chaos and strife
But yours was the orbit that balanced my life
I studied your manner and here’s what I found
Your heart towards others had settled me down
Now I’m treating other’s how you treated me
Becoming the person I wanted to be
Your spirit has made it abundantly clear
I’m a much better person whenever you’re near
But I was deflated to learn you would wed
My love in this circumstance wouldn’t be fed
I wrote this in secret, it’s clear what to do
This isn’t a poem I’ll be sharing with you
I’ve yet to reveal I’ll be leaving here soon
You two are the planets, I’m simply a moon
I think in God’s providence we were to meet
So I could help others who feel incomplete
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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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
Comments (3)
You just stirred me up in the best of ways. Thank you.
You two are the planets, I’m simply a moon. This line tore my heart! Loved your poem!
There is a lot of beauty, I feel, in love found and love lost. You have shared your emotions so wonderfully here!