pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

SNOW WHITE (acrostic)

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She
Nibbled
On
Wicked
Witch’s
Harvest,
Ill-advisedly.
The
End.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

MIDDLE

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Photo credit:  Deanna Marie Metts

Supposed to write a “middle” poem,
but got too much to do.
You caught me in the middle of
a critical breakthrough!

I’m finally centered, finally calm,
and finally bridged a gap,
and now I’m in the middle of
a well-earned little nap.

So, see, I cannot possibly
be writing as I sleep.
But maybe there’s an old poem
in the middle of my heap.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

A WORLD OF NO FORGIVENESS

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Illustration: Quentin Blake/Puffin

“Look at what you has done. And there be no forgiveness.”  (From Roald Dahl’s “The BFG”)

A WORLD OF NO FORGIVENESS

This story begins
not with, “Once upon a time,”
but with, “At no time.”

At no time has there
ever existed a world
of no forgiveness.

We could not go on
without mercy and pardon
for one another,

from one another,
and, yes, also for ourselves.
For our Creator

has built forgiveness
into the very fabric
of our humanness.

How deeply ingrained
is our need for forgiveness?
How deeply ingrained?

How deeply healing
when I myself forgive me?
And again I ask

How deeply healing?
Our God made a way for us
to be forgiven.

Made in His image,
the road is already paved
to forgive others.

Made in His image,
the road is already paved
to forgive ourselves.

So let’s live our lives
in the state of forgiveness
that’s been granted us.

“Look what you has done
and there be no forgiveness,”
and upside-down lakes,

and trogglehumpers,
and dreams that float like fireflies
are just a story.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

Open Apology to a Word I Have Abused, in 5/7/5 Form (a persona poem)

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Image by Gerd Altmann via Pixabay

I have to admit
I’ve been syllabically
abusive to you.

I may call you poem
or po-em, depending on
my need at the time,

not even giving
thought to how this makes you feel.
Please forgive me, poem.

And please understand
this earnest apology
stated at this time

will remain sincere
whether at any time I
choose po-em, or poem.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

Voice from 1972

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Had I the chance to sit silently alone in this no-longer new auditorium, might I have heard the echo of your voice?  The music you conducted? My younger hands applauding?

It seemed so.

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Being back in the PSHS auditorium this week for the first time since the mid-1970’s seemed a bit surreal.  Pride welled in me as they honored Dad, and a very large part of me would have given anything to return to that time in my life.  Not permanently, but for another round.  Or two.

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5 (2)

Photos by Marie Elena Good


Lovers and children

make paper hearts.  God uses
all of creation.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5

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Blue Cabin at Frontier Log Cabins. 

Silence, except a 
crackling fire.  Notebook in hand,
thoughts leaking to page.

(c) Marie Elena Good 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4 (2)

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Photo by Keith R. Good

Pigeons in Ash Cave
Sound more like humans trying
To sound pigeon-like.  😉

(c) Marie Elena Good 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4

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Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.” 

© Marie Elena Good 2019

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HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 3

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I.  Keith hikes Old Man’s Cave
while I purchase a notebook
and count syllables.

II.  I feel sixty one.
Yet I watch older women
hike in their dress shoes.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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