God-Wink, Anyone?

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you for sharing this. I had no idea. (And that poem is a doozy, with my current skill set, anyway.)

Apparently I've got the parentheses part down pat.

[Poldy]

Victorian sage Robert Browning was a fan of them, so I'd say you're in pretty good company.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...arians-funeral

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Oh no, @Muttado1sb...there are rules...lots and lots of rules. Aren't there?

I doubt I'll be losing the parentheses any time soon.

[Muttado1sb]

What’s this “supposed to” mean, RLW? I thought the only thing poetry is “supposed to” be is the thoughts and emotions that the poet wished to present and the meaning and enjoyment the reader takes from it. It can be words, music, motion, picture*. Or parentheses. So put it out there how you want, and we will enjoy it. 🙂

* Not an all inclusive list.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks Poldy for taking a look and leaving these comments. I'm not even sure you're "supposed" to use parentheses in poetry - probably definitely not with the abandon I adopt. It's a way to express the rhythm with which I think - how the piece sounds to my inner ear. It provides a pause without the full stop of a period. Since I'm not advanced in punctuation skills, nor have much gumption to actuate a learning curve in that direction, I settle for the parenthetical marks quite often. Glad it didn't throw you off.

Also, many moons ago my family enjoyed community theater, viewing or performing. I love a good aside - and liken the parens to that theatrical device.

Thanks for reading.

[Poldy]

Lots to like here. Thank you for introducing me to the term God-wink (now I'll know what to call those moments).

Also count me among the fans of the jaunty tone. I admire the energy and enthusiasm you brought forth and shall attempt to emulate it today (with thanks to the fore, of course). I might even remove the staples and duct tape from my own sheets and finally learn how to sew (one of the original industrial arts, I believe).

I'm also (as you can tell) a big fan of parentheses ("brackets" for the Poms?). If you ever have the time or inclination, I'd be interested to hear why you decided to make them part of the poem (because they're useful?).

Thanks for writing.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thank you Jon. So much of what I've written - or what still often comes to me - has heavy overtones of grief. Sometimes it's just fun to bounce out a lighter piece. Thanks for engaging!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

LOL...no...not even close. It was just the first picture I found on PIxabay that best defined stitching for me (that wasn't cartoonish).

Man, I'm going to have to be more careful with my picture choices in the future. I actually considered taking a real picture to use, but my phone was charging in the other room and the bedroom was a wee bit messy. This is funny. Thanks for the smile!

[Parkinsonspoet]

This has a nice jaunty feel and a good natured charm. I enjoyed this

[Johntee]

Black thread.
Black sheets?
A Seventies throwback
or IKEA. Sheesh!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Most definitely God has a sense of humor...He made me, didn't He?

[Muttado1sb]

Nice, RLW! God-winks. So, God has a sense of humor.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

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God-Wink, Anyone?



Now here’s a short story (you’ll like it, I think)

of something so clever it’s called a “God-Wink”.

A story of waking with chore list sized long,

but out-of-bed-feet landing bed-side-all-wrong.

A dream most unpleasant had shadowed the morn

where good heart and purpose were wont to be born.



To-do list safe-started with bedding in wash

with sleepy-sore thoughts lofted God-ward (to quash).

Continual praying with thanks to the fore,

helped set up the stage for what followed (I’m sure).

Cooked up special breakfast to nourish and please

the hearts of the ones whom this mood had un-eased.



More laundry loads fitted between was a plus

returning to “normal” the day gifted us.

Then clean-up of dishes (his turn since I cooked)

with fresh-laundered sheeting to bedroom I booked

to make up the bed (with some help since I asked,

for that is not one of my favorite tasks).



Bed-dressing went smoothly until the top sheet

showed section, unraveled (near one foot at least)!

This (not on the list of to-doing today)

begged prompt-ish attention to stay further fray.

Sat bed-side (while grumbling) with needle and thread

and asked God to turn it to blessing instead.



Could He make this holy, this wee, little blip

in road full of busy I’d planned at a clip?

It’s such a small thing, God, but all that I’ve got.

And in the next instant there came a great knot!

I laughed when I saw it - my prayer had been heard!

He’d answered with tangle (you’ll think me absurd).



But I knew He’d listened (and knowing me best,

gave just the right measure for holiness quest).

You see, it’s not size of the sacrifice willed,

but love as its base when we mark it fulfilled.

So pray inconvenience, a word to the wise,

and watch for the God-winks to bless with surprise!