the wind blows duly
but don’t tell that to the ant
toiling against it
Poetry
Proverbs and a Poem
How long, you simpletons, will you insist on being simpleminded? How long will you mockers relish your mocking? How long will you fools hate knowledge?
Proverbs 1:22, New Living Translation
O, but the mockers’ cry
Makes my heart afraid,
As though a flute of bone
Taken from a heron’s thigh,
A heron crazed by the moon,
Were cleverly, softly played
From The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats
A Poem Illicit by Cindy Knoke
The popular photographer and poet Cindy Knoke wrote us a poem in response to our ongoing flash fiction contest (which ends at midnight tonight so go vote for your favorite story!). Unfortunately, per the fine print of the contest rules, only flash fiction responses meeting the stated criteria will be accepted. All other responses are to be deleted. Yeah, I get down like that. However, reading Cindy’s poem felt to me like listening to a Tom Waits song and if anyone knows me they know I have a huge man crush on Tom. No way I could abandon her poem to a trash can death. So instead I share it here with you where it can shimmy and shake for all eternity as a special supplement to our weekly Sunday Song to Spark the Spirit and Summon the Moves of the Dance…
When Winds Turn Afoul
when winds turn afoul
when clouds amass in anger
when gloom turns the day
veer not from thy righteous path
lift thy chin and stay the way
#notetoself
Image courtesy of JOSHUA RYAN OF UNSPLASH.COM
Seize Hard the Moment
Seize hard the moment
Right now before it passes by
Seize it with all your might
With all your purpose
And don’t question why
Or wonder where it’s been
Or wonder where it’s going
Or wonder anything at all
Just hold on to it
And don’t let go
As it forever evolves
And leads you astray
To the exact where you need to be
To the exact why you need to be
#notetoself
FEATURED IMAGE COURTESY JAVIER ALLEGUE ON UNSPLASH
Seek Not the Enchantment
seek not the horned beast
for it will e’er elude thee
seek instead what’s true—
that of which it means to thee
for that is within thy grasp
Redemption
There’s nothing Fixed that can’t be Broken
Praise Jove, for without them, the Broken
And all the Hope and Possibilities for which they allow
There is nothing Redeemed
There is nothing made New Again