Chair Supports me Supported by floor Et cetera, et cetera... Theology
|1||1||A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like|
|2||2||What does the word from the first row do?|
|3||3||Where or how is the word of row 1?|
|4||4||What do you mean?|
|5||1||Conclusion: What results from all this? What is the outcome?|
26 thoughts on “Parfaits, or: Onions”
This one made me smile and then giggle a little. It is true, but I’ve just not seen it expressed so succinctly!
😍 Muri 😍
Held in being by G-d. So when is a chair not a chair? When it is god dropped.
🤗 Andrew 🤗
Well done David!💖💖
😘 Cindy 😘
leaves me amazed
I go on repeating
Just like onions
Certainly not like parfaits
hiding behind facades
mostly being sugary sweet
I will look at a chair differently from now on …😊
I love the way you play with words, David, and turn things upside down. Always makes me ponder. I especially love how you end this poem. I happen to believe in a God who keeps turning my thinking and theology on its head 🤣 – did I tell you He has a sense of humor?
I remember my mom-in-law telling me stories about her Catholic Mama cracking jokes through the long, tiring services. She wondered about it being disrespectful, as she shared this with her believing daughter-in-law. But when she shared what her Mom (who had a deep personal faith in God) was cracking jokes about, what I saw was Jesus. He loved and still loves children and their simple, no-nonsense faith and I think He just loves to make us laugh and to continually break our boxes – so we learn to do just one thing: love Him and love one another. Everything else will die but that.
You have a very positive attitude, Anna – that’s really lovely! Thanks for sharing – and for the kind compliment.
💘 Grace 💘
An interesting form of poetry. I enjoyed the way you strung your thoughts together in the verse.
🤍 thanks, Molly 🤍
I forgot all about elevensies. Such a fun form to play with.
a very recent discovery for me 😀
Haha, where did you get the idea for this?Sounds nice, and just about some small thing in your life..
it’s a philosophical piece… the chair supports me, the floor support the chair, the earth supports the floor, etc., etc… but what is the ultimate supporting force? is there one?
Ahhh well, science doesn’t come to the rescue this time, does it?
nope, not yet.
Btw here’s my first musette: