The Blooming Moment
To long for the infinite or appreciate the momentary company?
At the peak of its existence
It’s very likely that only one person
may see the magnificence of its quiet life.
One who stops to see,
To realize,
Appreciate.
To patiently wait for the opportune moment.
He will cherish the moments between
Blooming and withering.
Between noticing
And forgetting.
In the everyday mundane,
He will see a growing galaxy
Thinner than paper,
Sweet like honey.
Some may resolve
To leave it, stem and roots
Forever connected.
But for me,
I hope he chooses to never part with it
For its time is fleeting.
I hope he chooses to revel in
The absurd amount of beautiful creation
Which took place.
From sown seed to veined petals.
For me, I hope he realizes
The part he will play
As the sole witness
Of this quiet, beautiful life.
For me,
I long to be loved
As if I were
A blooming flower.
About the Creator
Cristina Marie Martinez
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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
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