voice
Image courtesy of Pixabay
in need to be heard,
he sings. flies. calls. cries. songbird –
winged and otherwise.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Category: Poetic Bloomings
May 31, 2020
May 24, 2020
A Memorial Day untitled senryu
His Navy Dress Blues
displayed on the bed, look like
he was ten years old.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
May 17, 2020
SIGNIFIC’ANT
Image courtesy of Prawny at Pixabay
At the top of the slide, she screams.
(As in chillingly nightmarish dreams.)
And it’s all justified:
There’s an ant on the slide,
So she’s coming apart at the seams.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
May 3, 2020
AWAITING WATERSHEDS
Photo by Keith R. Good
Every crisis in my life
has left expected tinges
I wish were erasable,
but also unforeseen traces
of the embraceable.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
March 22, 2020
MY SPIRIT’S SONG (a poem with wrapped refrains)
Image by Colin Behrens, courtesy of Pixabay
I’ve often said it is no toss
‘tween loss of sight or hearing loss.
for music is to me as bread.
It feeds my soul, I’ve often said.
My heart beats to a melody –
a bond abiding breathlessly
as harmonies are coursing through,
in tune with what my heart beats to.
And I believe when angels sing,
our parched earth sips from worship’s spring
to praise a God we can’t conceive.
They catch my ear, and I believe.
It need not be a “worship song”
to lift my eyes and make me long
to sit upon my Father’s knee,
and see my worries need not be.
Should I not hear jazz beat of drum,
or soothing sound from cello’s strum –
Good Father, hearer of my prayer,
please sing to me, should I not hear.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
March 15, 2020
RELATIONSHIP
This is an age of unbroken connection.
Our fingertips tap into instant links.
We’ve little tolerance for imperfection,
And as our ego grows, our goodwill shrinks.
And in this age of unbroken connection,
Our face-to-face relationships have waned.
Resulting loss of physical affection
May render us emotionally maimed.
Now suddenly a time of social distance
Is thrust upon us necessarily.
Most look for ways to be of some assistance,
And find these ways, extraordinarily.
I’m thankful in this time of social distance
For God, who binds my drifting heart to His.
Our Father God pursues us with persistence.
Be still, and let Him show you who He is.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Quick note: My last three lines include words and truths from scripture, and from a long-loved hymn, as follows:
“Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” by Robert Robinson includes the phrase of prayer, “Bind my wandering heart to thee.”
The Bible overflows with God’s pursuit of us, including Psalm 139.
Psalm 46:10 tells us, “Be still, and know that I am God.”
March 1, 2020
MARIE MAYNARD DALY
Nineteen Twenty One:
A Black U.S. immigrant
fathered a female,
born in Queens, New York.
His wife came from a home of
voracious readers.
A Cornell student,
he’d majored in chemistry
until funds went dry.
As their baby grew,
she developed a hunger
for education.
Her mother spent long
hours reading to her from the
books that graced their home.
Books on the subject
of science and scientists
sparked interest in her.
She earned her B.S.,
then M.S., then Ph.D.,
in chemistry … this
making her the first
African-American
woman to do so.
Now a professor
and researcher, her studies
helped to discover
the relationship
between high cholesterol,
and clogged arteries.
Her groundbreaking work
helped to clarify how the
human body works.
Marie M. Daly.
I had to dig to find her.
A treasure unearthed.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Information and some direct phrasing from: https://www.biography.com/scientist/marie-m-daly
The research I did as a result of Walt Wojtanik’s prompt at Poetic Bloomings ending up helping me discover this amazing woman, right in time for Black History Month. Thankful!
February 16, 2020
Second Week of February (an Ekphrastic poem)
It has been four years
since we nearly lost Izzy,
our grandbaby girl.
It has been two years
since my mother passed on to
the heavenly realm.
Now my son-in-law’s
mother is hospitalized,
fighting for her life.
The second week of
the second month of each year
feels like a movie –
a film I am in,
but choose to view from a safe
distance. Unseated.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
February 9, 2020
Finding my poetic voice
A poet and his princess
In April of 2009,
I shyly met poets online.
But there was one who
would help me break through.
I call him my partner in rhyme.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
I’m thankful for this man I’ve known for 10 years, but have yet to meet. Without his encouragement, I would never have referred to myself as a “poet.” I’m not the best poet, and never will be, but I am a poet nonetheless. Thank you, Walt. Thank you.
P.S. This little gal looks like she could brighten the darkest of days! ❤
January 26, 2020
IRONICALLY ENOUGH
I’m a home body
but sometimes to what degree
still surprises me.
I have no swagger
but sometimes I am staggered
I look so haggard.
I’m now sixty one.
Changes in me equal none.
So why am I stunned?
I’m simply Marie,
and nothing should surprise me.
But “should,” is the key.
No surprise to me:
My prized phrase that has lasted?
“I’m flabbergasted.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
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