Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day 17

April is National Poetry Month so I’m tackling the Writer’s Digest 2019 April PAD Challenge hosted by Robert Lee Brewer.

Today’s prompt: Write a reason poem. If this prompt seems unreasonable, just remember all the reasons you write poetry or enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, etc. Or provide a reasoned argument for your lack of reason. Only you know your reasons.

Photo by Malcolm Lightbody / Unsplash

Photo by Malcolm Lightbody / Unsplash

PASCAL | SAINT-EXUPÉRY

The mind—that stern commander—is all business, baffled by the
heart and its fervent ways. (Doesn’t it know the mind
has things to do, schedules to keep?) The mind has
its orders. It needs no
reasons or cajoling, no flood of emotion to prime
the pump. The
mind is a marvel of discipline,
knows that without its firm commitment to the orderly running of the body,
nothing would get done, nothing would survive. The mind is disdainful
of the heart.
It is distracted, it
is weak—saturated with useless feeling and taking its cues
only from a soppy trust in some mysterious network of passion and intuition,
with no sense of
the control needed to survive. The
heart is obsessed with
that disorder called desire, the
one that anyone else
can see is destructive and cruel; it is only the heart that cannot
see it
rightly.
What does the heart understand of rigor, of restraint? The mind
is the one who gets it, the one who understands what is truly
essential. Without the mind, all would be—
is—lost. The mind may be
invisible (it’s gotten used
to being taken for granted) but it does not care, cannot care. The mind will be—is—
the stalwart machine, grinding out its methodical duties under its own watchful
eye.