Church Dogs three schnoodles sit with us watching church on Sunday morning like they haven’t bickered all morning at the heels of my broken ankle, just like children all dressed up, behaving one small hour
Church Dogs
Patchwork Prose and Verse
Patchwork Prose and Verse
Church Dogs three schnoodles sit with us watching church on Sunday morning like they haven’t bickered all morning at the heels of my broken ankle, just like children all dressed up, behaving one small hour
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Wow– that’s some church service! I love how you tucked key details into such few words. There a lot going on that isn’t said!
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The schnoodles are feeling the holy spirit, or they need a rest from all that rambunctious behavior. Hope that ankle is healing so you can get back to chasing those pups,
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Wow! What a service!
Sounds like the way my kids (fortunately) behaved on Rosh Hashanah. Bickered before and after, but were perfect while in the sanctuary. I’ll take it!
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Charming poem! Not what I expected, and full of loving humor. I dont know if you planned the structure, but I like the pyramidal structure of your poem as the lines get longer. It’s as if you take a few words to paint the picture and then tell us a bit more and a bit more.
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I think whoever invented the schnoodle was probably asking for some naughtiness. Glad they could hold it together for a bit. I, too, loved the way this poem built, maybe implying that the pressure of misbehavior was building inside those three. It makes us imagine what happened after the benediction.
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The soothing respite is relatable. I sometimes fall asleep during the sermon, but always wake up refreshed. I feel bad that I missed the service and want to apologize to the speaker. At the same time, Sunday is a day of rest. I appreciate those who are gracious as my body takes the time to do so.
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Kim: Fabulous analogy of dogs to kids “all dressed up, behaving one small hour.” Your etherees, like your haiku, are par excellence. For all the warmth in this image – settled schnoodles, the online worship service, being at home – I sense the weight of endurance required for healing. Blessings and rapid-as-possible recovery to you. At least you can write to combat the weary heart ❤
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