walking thoughtlessly
coin in hand
one false step
flipping end over end
clanging edge on edge into
a glass punch bowl
though you see it flip skyward
the potential for glass shards
shuts your eyes unconsciously
the second you do
it slips this dimension entirely
as soon as you resume your search
the sound still ringing
off the glass like a toast
though it has blinked
out of existence
looking around
there seem to be few crevices
you thud down
upon your knees
searching around
first lazily
after you have gone over
every obvious spot
your brow furrows
intensifying the gaze
it couldn’t have gotten away
could it?
searching every spot, two
three times
finding a new spot each round
finally, sitting back on your heels
and relenting
come back with new eyes
is what you say
gabbing a sip of water
the glass
nearly crashes to the floor
as you madly
fling yourself back into searching
WHERE COULD IT BE
K.B. Silver
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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 Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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