Weekend Mini-Challenge ~ Homographic FUN @ Imaginary Gardens
Beautiful Magaly is inviting us to play with homographs, or
words that share the same spelling, but have rather different meanings.
Here is my
attempt. I do hope I do not tear my
paper when my frustrated tears make it wet.
LOL
The stages of life have a way of making a grand
entrance. The only problem is they do
not come in at the entrance, they come in at the side door or exit. Nothing can be completely predicted. There always has to be surprises to keep me
on my toes. I can try to have my ducks all in a row, but most likely I will be
lost at sea trying to row my boat without a paddle. You see, trying to keep a sense of control is
kind of like trying to spit at the wind, you wind up wetter than something that
has washed up to shore. The biggest wave
that could possibly come will come when you do not want to get wet; that is
just how it works. So you might as well
wave certainty goodbye. It won’t stay
for long, and when it leaves it won’t be back anytime soon. In fact, it will leave like a bat out of
hell, and then you will be lucky if your bat hits the ball out of the park even
once for the rest of your days! Now that
I have burst the bubble of your view of the future, like a reader’s digest
article about death and destruction, let me give you a pill of hope for you to
digest for the road:
Life is not easy
We know that is true
But in all its imperfections
It is laced with blessings too
They are sewn in the fabric
Wrinkled or straight
We can spend our whole life
Trying to iron and evening the creases we hate
But when evening is truly upon us
We realize that the wrinkles are a gift of grace
They are part of the beautiful garment of life
And all the blessings are also a part of our fate.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
Your introduction had me cackling with delight. I'm a sucker for a bit (or a lot) of word play. So, yep... I am happy!
ReplyDeleteAnd I couldn't agree more with the poetry: life is a tough cookie. One we can't always try to sink our teeth into without something to soften the bite. Once we what works, the blessings taste yummy.
Why thank you Magaly! I am delighted that my words made you happy! I had so much fun with this wonderful prompt of yours!
DeleteOh I love the way you describe life as accepting the wrinkles...
ReplyDeleteI would say that a wrinkle should be shown as the exquisite crease it is.
Thank you for that Bjorn, and thank you for stopping by. :-)
DeleteI like this a lot. And yes, that wrinkle. Like a bat out of hell. Yes ma'am
ReplyDeleteThank you Toni 🌷
DeleteI like the positive and helpful message in your poem.
ReplyDeleteNicely said, altogether.
ReplyDeleteWe can spend our whole life
ReplyDeleteTrying to iron and evening the creases we hate
So true, Carrie!
I enjoyed your homographic wordplay, Carrie, and I can identify with all of it. I especially enjoyed the play on words ‘stage’ and ‘entrance’ and the thought of life coming in at the side door or exit – sneaky – and Shakespeare would be proud! I also love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘We can spend our whole life
Trying to iron and evening the creases we hate
But when evening is truly upon us
We realize that the wrinkles are a gift of grace’.
I’m loving the silver in my hair and can’t wait for all-over white – a reminder of my punk days when it was short and peroxide. Judi Dench is my old-age role model.
Very well penned! I found this bit so evocative: "But when evening is truly upon us/We realize that the wrinkles are a gift of grace".
ReplyDeleteOh, we wouldn't know the beauty and blessings of life if we didn't have an introduction to the dark, tough, side of it. This is full of wisdom we all need.
ReplyDeletePhenomenal wordplay in this, Carrie. So well done!
ReplyDeleteThis was fun reading, Carrie. We hardly ever iron around here anymore, only one of us does any of that. I too liked your wordplay, it came out really good, natural.
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oh wow Carrie --- this is just wonderful, not only for the apt prompt exploration, but rather, best of all, for the images and story you create and share; the truths of the learning curves we all experience and find, as they find us ... and the way you've pulled this off, sort of like a "haibun" poem or prose-poem is so effective - I really like this. And the poem really, sums it up, for even as time wrinkles, we should learn to ease into its embrace, knowing the value of the sum of it all - the richness of experiences.
ReplyDeleteWe can spend our whole life
Trying to iron and evening the creases we hate
- oh how true and futile our efforts, ironic how it is when we accept, things smooth themselves out and flow, as they are meant to be ...
delicious words ....and I have to add, I had no idea about this blog of yours - you caught me right off guard with the name and the description ... chuckled madly at "fat thighs" ... *sigh* ...
Fantastic read, you've just illustrated why I love words so much, so clever you are *smiles*
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