Parfaits, or: Onions

An elfchen

Supports me
Supported by floor
Et cetera, et cetera...


Row Words Content
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”

  1. 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 ๐Ÿคฃ – 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.

    1. 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?

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