06-26-2016, 11:50 PM
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Wind Fantasy
Who hasn’t heard a tale of careless wind?
It drove old sailors on with shifting force
and primed the lips of lovers who had sinned,
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today our science sees gas particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scents,
arrests its gusts in windmill manacles
to power cities’ grid-establishments.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what moves us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a heady rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our stormy flutter but return
with time to coal, and constancy’s long burn.
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Wind Flutters
Who has a thing to say about the wind?
To old-time sailors pressing, shifting force;
it made excuse for lovers who had sinned
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today our culture sees gas particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scents,
arrests its gusts in windmill manacles
to power cities’ grid-establishments.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what moves us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a heady rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our breezy flutter but return
with time to coal, and constancy’s long burn.
original version;
Wind Passes
Who has a thing to say about the wind?
To old-time sailors driving, shifting force;
it made excuse for lovers who had sinned,
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today we see mere random particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scent,
arrest its gusts in windmill manacles
to power each home’s snug establishment.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what leads us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a racing rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our breezy flutter but return
to hard-mined coal and constancy’s long burn.
(If only this were just an engineering matter!
)
Wind Fantasy
Who hasn’t heard a tale of careless wind?
It drove old sailors on with shifting force
and primed the lips of lovers who had sinned,
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today our science sees gas particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scents,
arrests its gusts in windmill manacles
to power cities’ grid-establishments.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what moves us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a heady rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our stormy flutter but return
with time to coal, and constancy’s long burn.
Edit1
Wind Flutters
Who has a thing to say about the wind?
To old-time sailors pressing, shifting force;
it made excuse for lovers who had sinned
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today our culture sees gas particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scents,
arrests its gusts in windmill manacles
to power cities’ grid-establishments.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what moves us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a heady rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our breezy flutter but return
with time to coal, and constancy’s long burn.
original version;
Wind Passes
Who has a thing to say about the wind?
To old-time sailors driving, shifting force;
it made excuse for lovers who had sinned,
then called each other feathers blown off-course.
Today we see mere random particles
with wind their average speed, direction, scent,
arrest its gusts in windmill manacles
to power each home’s snug establishment.
But wind’s inconstant, fleeting as desire -
what leads us to prefer its fickle flow
to take the place of coal’s pent saffron fire,
a racing rush displacing steady glow?
We’ll have our breezy flutter but return
to hard-mined coal and constancy’s long burn.
(If only this were just an engineering matter!
)
Non-practicing atheist