THE EXISTENCE OF FICTION
Comforting Pain
I fled from the shadows to wander the light,
To saunter in gardens of floral delights
My grieving gave sunshine no reason to rise,
Then prose heard the pleas of my desperate mind
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From heaven to hell’s gate, I’ve walked a thin line,
Dissecting my sorrows beneath the moonlight
A thousand impressions of scattered starlight,
Gave birth to the musings of wrongs, I must write
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The existence of fiction wipes tears from my eyes,
I wander the dreamscapes of Wonderland’s skies
Where spoonfuls of magic cure every disease,
Where mermaids dance tangos 'neath mystical seas
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Such beautiful verses are etched in my brain,
Though spectres of loss still conspire with my pain
When heaven’s bell tolls, and my musings refrain,
I’ll whisper my verse in a world without chains!
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©️ Wendy Phelan - Edited - 18 May 2020 ®️
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Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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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 Angeli2 days ago in Poets
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I love this! So powerful and I think the last line really brings it together