The Wind’s Parlay

The wind is fresh

It’s movement thick,

Like a sumptuous cake batter

Being mixed,

That which effects

A circular spin,

A transfer dynamic,

Leaves touching

Through bow’s undulations.

The wind has scent,

Of the swamp

And the wood,

Of every living phyto-chemical

Birthed from the earth’s crust.

The wind is breath,

The light of God 

It’s projection, 

In the early hours

Before the storm descends.

The wind brings to us


That we are matter

Which returns to the dust.

What part

Shall we give to the wind,

We humans,

In remembrance of life’s gifts?

©2014 C. E. Eksuzian, all rights reserved.


Ecclesiastes 12 Remember God in Your Youth

11 The words of wise men are like goads, and masters of these collections are like well-driven nails; they are given by one Shepherd.

12 But beyond this, my son, be warned; the writing of many books is endless, and excessive devotion to books is wearying to the body. 

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