Hey.
Today, I’m sharing a poem that explores the wind’s energy. This piece tries to capture that shifting balance between gentle guidance and overwhelming force, and the sense that we, as humans, can only stand in awe. Now - of course - it isn’t actually about the wind, but that is - of course - left as an exercise to the reader. Hope you enjoy reading, and feel free to share your thoughts afterward.
Windlance
By Emerson Neher
Wind keener than the keenest blade contrived,
Its gusts outpace the boldest saber’s drive.
No tempered mail can cage its savage roar,
No shield contrived can hush its hidden war.
It sunders hearts from mortal forms the same,
A ruthless storm no cunning force can tame.
A whorled brand, weaving ruin where it goes,
Scouring fresh plains with swirling, dew-laced throes.
If mortal bones could wield its boundless zeal,
We’d stand unbowed, all nights and days to seal.
It fans the flames in hearts that crave the thrill,
And sparks desire with brash, unbridled skill.
But lest I chase its track to scorching dust,
I’d burn to ash, undone by reckless lust.
Yet from this wind, I glean a haunting grace,
In spectral arcs it fashions shapeless space.
Upon the heart, it calls with whispers cold,
Unfolding truths no mortal voice can hold.
It sculpts illusions grand, then tears them down,
That even kings might yield their tarnished crown.
In cosmic surge, it roams beyond all ken,
Then loops the void, returning once again.
I yearn to trace its steps with fearless will,
Yet fear I'd vanish, lost in swirling chill.
For though I'd glean some measure of its grace,
This mortal shell would crack beneath its pace.
Such is the wind: unchained, enthroned above,
It crowns the bold—and humbles them with love.
I hope you all have a wonderful week, as always, please share this blog with anyone who might find it interesting! I have another Astral Axial post coming out this Wednesday and another photography post on Friday. If you have any ideas for more things you’d like to see me write about, let me know in the comments!
Cheers,
-Emerson