JD_Cunningham , 2 days ago One day the Creator saw me alone, so alone. He made me sleep, he made me dream out in the fields of maize, and he wrenched a rib out of me... Upon waking, in front of me ---gorgeous, naked, made of clay and corn, scented like a mountain--- my poetry. -- 'Awakening' by Humberto Ak'abal, trans. by Michael Bazzett #VerseThursday #TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry (Art credit: C.R. Leyland)
One day the Creator saw me alone, so alone.
He made me sleep, he made me dream out in the fields of maize,
and he wrenched a rib out of me...
Upon waking, in front of me ---gorgeous, naked, made of clay and corn, scented like a mountain---
my poetry.
-- 'Awakening' by Humberto Ak'abal, trans. by Michael Bazzett #VerseThursday #TodaysPoem #poetry @poetry
(Art credit: C.R. Leyland)