A flutter in the heart, a twist that's bittersweet,
Not quite joy, not quite sorrow, a feeling incomplete.
It lingers in the space between a smile and sigh,
A silent yearning, a teardrop in the eye.
It's the echo of a dream, a path not dared to tread,
The longing for a word unsaid, a wish left in its stead.
A melody half-played, a story left untold,
A bittersweet contentment, a future yet to unfold.
It's the warmth of summer sun on skin that's turning cold,
The beauty of a rose before its petals start to fold.
The last glimpse of twilight as darkness takes its hold,
A bittersweet acceptance, a story to be told.
This nameless ache, a whisper in the soul,
A reminder that life's journey takes its toll.
But within its depths, a quiet strength resides,
A resilience that accepts, and gracefully confides.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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 (1)
Nice poem and I really liked the first two lines (not more than the rest, they just pulled me in).