In the tapestry of time, shadows unfold,
A chronicle of ages, stories untold.
In ancient whispers, secrets reside,
The past's symphony, forever beside.
Footprints of history, etched on hallowed ground,
Legends and epics, their echoes resound.
Lost civilizations, mighty and grand,
Their remnants are cherished, within our hands.
Through sepia lenses, memories unfold,
Moments frozen, forever enfolded.
Whispers of yesteryears, nostalgia's embrace,
Lost in time, yet still leaving a trace.
Lessons learned, wisdom to impart,
The legacy of old is etched in every heart.
Through the sands of time, we journey back,
To embrace our roots, on history's track.
In every thread woven, a tale to be told,
The past's kaleidoscope is vibrant and bold.
Whispers of yesteryears, forever to last,
A testament to the power of the past.
About the Creator
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Look Forward to my Work in the Future.
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 Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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