Tell me please who could I be
or what to do with all this fear.
Where are you now, identity?
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So long your words were my decree:
“Define me please, and keep me near,
tell me please who could I be.”
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In glistening eyes, a silent plea.
I built a home in every tear -
where are you now, identity?
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But whilst in sadness I could flee
I asked in anger, fear, and anxious cheer,
tell me, please, who could I be.
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But now the time has come, chérie,
to face myself and re-appear.
Where are you now, identity?
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Grab all your faith, serenity,
push forth to build this new frontier!
Tell me please who could I be…
where are you now, identity.
About the Creator
Emmy B
I write some of my truths, and use words to weave stories and ideas together. Writing is a passion and an outlet for me and I hope to inspire, challenge, or simply be a reflection of others's experiences - to make people feel seen!
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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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This is an awesome villanelle that captures a thought everyone has throughout their life. It is especially relevant as we close out one year and head into the next.