We were encased
In a snow globe
Dancing amongst
The miniature white specks
Just to ignore the fact that
We were trapped behind glass
❀
A stolen stare and
A silent prayer and
Just like that I couldn't
Stop clinging onto
Daydreams and moments
As if they were my sanity
❀
I pretended I didn't
Revolve around you and
Then tried desperately to
Believe my own futile act
❀
You were a hand of cards
I could never manage to read
But continued to believe
Was a royal flush
❀
I know our hands are tied
But I still want yours
To hold me
❀❀❀❀❀
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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
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin5 days ago in Wander
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So so beautiful! I am so glad this was on Deep Cuts!
I got to this one through Paul and Deep Cuts, but I’ve already spent much of the afternoon enjoying your work ! This is no exception ❤️✨
Great job… I don’t think I’m familiar with your work. Came here from deep cuts via Paul. The whole snow globe image & metaphor for being in a ‘bubble’ of sorts (I assume) is really impactful and haunting!
Such aching & longing. Beautiful, Poppy.
This is so sad...so much emotion. You constantly surprise me, Poppy. Well done!