With a Wink and a Grin

a sonnet on sin

Before that first night

It was never a sin

It wasn't one until

You invited it in

With a wink and a grin

Though sometimes the lines

Might be very thin

It's within intentions

That things turn into sins

But, don't you worry

About just what you've been

Because that old Devil

Will still invite you in

With a wink and a grin

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

Author's Note

Meandering midnight thoughts

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I really like your poem, but it got me wondering, what in your mind is sin? I know the poem is just for fun, but I got to thinking that there are very, very few acts I would call sin, nor do I believe in Satan. I do believe absolutely in a Creator, God, Allah, the consciousness of all universes. I feel like I opened an 80 year old book of poems, and there this was.

[Desert Knave]

Thanks for the thoughtful comment. I finished this one shortly after hearing about Jimmy Swaggart dying, and I never thought much beyond "Little Jimmy Sinner" and his acts.

[Lydia Shutter]

Having so much trouble with the WC site lately. This one made me think. Who let what in? What is sin anyway other than something the world uses to stop people from having fun? Well written sonnet, Jim. I never mastered the art. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

Thanks Lydi* ! I cannot escape the sonnet, it seems to follow me. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Having so much trouble with the WC site lately. This one made me think. Who let what in? What is sin anyway other than something the world uses to stop people from having fun? Well written sonnet, Jim. I never mastered the art. Lydi**