{"id":127,"date":"2009-01-24T19:07:18","date_gmt":"2009-01-25T02:07:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/?p=127"},"modified":"2009-01-24T19:07:18","modified_gmt":"2009-01-25T02:07:18","slug":"northern-wind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/2009\/01\/24\/northern-wind\/","title":{"rendered":"Northern Wind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"crosshead\">by <a href=\"mailto:pyrless2@msn.com\">J. A. Cleminson<\/a><\/p>\n<p>hard-blowing, ice-throwing northern wind<br \/>\ncould render me, and mine, asunder<br \/>\nyet you, familiar friend of life<br \/>\nsplit to forks before my eyes<br \/>\npass around my naked self<br \/>\ntouch not my child<br \/>\ntake on breath, mild<br \/>\nand render, your whistling mouth<br \/>\nto regions south<br \/>\nwhere my fellows<br \/>\nrubbing sleep from eyes<br \/>\nemerging from the deep<br \/>\nsee you as funnels<br \/>\nseek the tunnels of escape<br \/>\nfrom rape and plunder<br \/>\ncast asunder<br \/>\nand rend the million FEMA&#8217;s<br \/>\noff their bases<\/p>\n<p>no traces of whence<br \/>\nthe trailors went,<br \/>\nnor man nor woman<br \/>\ndog nor plant<br \/>\nall roots cast to the moon<br \/>\nas sands from dune<br \/>\nwhence your breath now turns<br \/>\nSahara burns from<br \/>\nbreath of eastern wind<br \/>\nhard-blowing, sand-throwing<br \/>\nfriend of mine<\/p>\n<p>loud barking, heaven-harkening dog<br \/>\nas white as blown snow<br \/>\nclear-eyed;<br \/>\nyou know yourself<br \/>\nthus opening the door to me<br \/>\nyou doubt not<br \/>\nnot love<br \/>\nnot justice<br \/>\nnot your fate<br \/>\nevery day a date unknown to you<br \/>\nor, if known, you render it its worth<br \/>\nof meaning; none, precisely<br \/>\nyour one-ness<br \/>\nwith man and plant and tree<br \/>\na natural way to be<br \/>\na blessed happenstance<br \/>\nof blessed cosmic dance<br \/>\nembrace the winds of chance<\/p>\n<p>never do you contemplate,<br \/>\nmy canine friend,<br \/>\nthe fate of beast nor man<br \/>\nfor you<br \/>\nthe grandness<br \/>\nof nature&#8217;s feast<br \/>\nmeets the mark entirely<br \/>\nyou don&#8217;t dwell, direly<br \/>\non your next electronic<br \/>\nnor phonic system new<br \/>\nno; your eyes upon<br \/>\nthe moon, and sun<br \/>\nand all that God<br \/>\nor god has done<br \/>\nto make your home a realm<br \/>\nyour home, a dream<br \/>\ncomplaints and anger seem<br \/>\nunworthy waste of time<br \/>\nwho cares who \u201cwins\u201d<br \/>\nwhen all the gift, is time<\/p>\n<p>guard of heaven<br \/>\ncast your eyes about<br \/>\nboth upon the stellar night<br \/>\nand bird, in flight<br \/>\nthe howling calls<br \/>\nof wind, or footstep falls<br \/>\nof wolves, packed as a group;<br \/>\na motley troop<br \/>\nyet, these canines too<br \/>\nknow who they are<br \/>\nand whence they came afar<br \/>\nand even, whence they go;<br \/>\nendangered doe<br \/>\nmarvels still<br \/>\nat rabid beauty<br \/>\nof the kill<\/p>\n<p>\u201cthings\u201d and \u201canimals\u201d called<br \/>\nso, by man<br \/>\nman who has tossed away<br \/>\nboth babe<br \/>\nand water, too<br \/>\ndecay; of all things he has touched<br \/>\nsave one; the love of god, or gaia<br \/>\nallah, or messiah<br \/>\nor other incantations<br \/>\nof the King;<br \/>\nof Aces<br \/>\nor mis-fired bow<br \/>\nsprings the gut<br \/>\ntrue flows the arrow<br \/>\non breath of western wind<br \/>\nsure to find<br \/>\nits course to distant eye<br \/>\nspies the mother and her babe<br \/>\nrent from breast<br \/>\nand thrown out again<br \/>\ninsane circuit of human failings<br \/>\nlose the forest for the trees<br \/>\nimport, and kill the bees<br \/>\nshush the croaking of the frog<br \/>\ndemonize the noble wolf<br \/>\nursus pushed to final berth<\/p>\n<p>mute the boom of native drums<br \/>\nhuming-bird no longer hums<br \/>\nman is off to kill again<br \/>\nbison and Jeronimo&#8217;s<br \/>\nforests and palamino&#8217;s<br \/>\nmeerest web of spider&#8217;s life<br \/>\nspider&#8217;s web of meerest life<\/p>\n<p class=\"dateline\">Copyright \u00a9 2008 <a href=\"mailto:pyrless2@msn.com\"><br \/>\nJ. A. Cleminson<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by J. A. Cleminson hard-blowing, ice-throwing northern wind could render me, and mine, asunder yet you, familiar friend of life split to forks before my eyes pass around my naked self touch not my child take on breath, mild and render, your whistling mouth to regions south where my fellows rubbing sleep from eyes emerging [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[117],"class_list":["post-127","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-j-a-cleminson"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/10"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.stuzog.com\/dandeliontimes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}