Untitled senryu (isolation prompt)
Image from Pixabay by Gordon Johnson
Until they are brought
together to speak, they’re just
twenty six letters.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Category: Prompt by Robert Lee Brewer
April 20, 2020
April 19, 2020
STAY-AT-HOME SUNDAY MORNING CONFESSIONS
Photo by Anemone 123 at Pixabay
She’s become a permanent fixture
in her own home. Comfortable and cozy.
Not lonely, and
determined that nobody else will be either.
But there is a bump in her road, and
a chink in her resolve.
A chasm, built of laziness
she has come to embrace.
Isn’t idleness inherent
in permanent fixtures?
Deep inside her is a plea she turns a deaf ear to:
the low howl of the lonely.
And she wonders why she writes her poem
in third person.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 17, 2020
UNTITLED LIMERICK
WHOA! THE PROMPT FOR TODAY IS “EROTIC”????!!!
HAS OUR PROMPTER BECOME IDIOTIC???!!!
I’M UPSET AND UPTIGHT!!!!!!!
WHAT’S BECOME OF THIS SITE???!!!
WHY, I’LL GIVE HIM A PIECE … Oh. “Exotic.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 16, 2020
Untitled response to 2020 April PAD Prompt: the last blank
Pixabay image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/alexandra_koch-621802/
We wouldn’t suspect
the last time we visited
could be our last time.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
#covidnineteen
#seventeenintwenty
I had kind of promised myself I would not get morbid during this PAD challenge. But here I am. I’ll try to write another poem that sparks a smile or a smirk. 😉
April 15, 2020
GROWING DREAMS
Photo credit: Keith R. Good
Wake up beautiful
Cute high heels, good for my feet
Feel pretty daily
No-pain fun workouts
Tasty food without weight gain
Flattering clothes, all
Snow with no slipping
Nightly beach stroll with no bugs
Flowers with no weeds
Warmth with no sweating
Nice chill with no shivering
Charcoal clouds with sun
Endless connections
Continuous potential
World with no borders
Love without judgement
Hard truths spread with soft edges
Loved. No exceptions.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 14, 2020
ANTI-SESTINA
I will not write Sestinas, sir.
It’s not the form that I prefer.
See, when I try, my brain won’t purr.
It spits and chokes. My mind’s a blur.
I will not write for him, or her.
I will not write Sestinas, sir.
And you’d be right if you infer
I will not write Sestinas, sir.
To navigate me through, for sure
I’d have to have a good chauffer.
Or wine or beer or hard liquor.
But I don’t drink, so then I’d slur.
I will not write Sestinas, sir.
To your insistence, I demur.
My mind is striking, as it were.
I’m not a poetry poseur.
To Walt Wojtanik, I’ll defer –
Our chief Sestina Whisperer.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 11, 2020
OUR PRESENT DAY TWISTER
“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” ~ Dorothy Gal
The tempest we face today blows me away. It has twisted our world and what we chase.
As we shelter in place, the view from space shows a cleansing of the air we share. Sweet messages and charming drawings in chalk fill each walk, drive, and trail. Mailed letters are back “in” as they’ve not been in decades. Roller blades, bikes, and hikes, and sharing while distancing …
We are witnessing a change, as we rearrange the life we’d learned to expect. Soon we’ll reflect on the effect staying at home had on us. On our planet. And just as we began it, we’ll be back to activities with the liberties that define us.
I pray when we are no longer confined, we’ll continue to align with the gentler pace the shelter-in-place afforded. For we’ve been rewarded with renewed love of home and neighbor, and the favor of unexpected gifts in the midst of forced simplicity.
With misty eyes, I reflect on these affecting words from Oz. Let’s never return from what was.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
The above quote that comes near the end of the Wizard of Oz, when Dorothy has returned home, has been a favorite of mine since I was a child. I cannot voice it without choking up; cannot think of it without misty eyes. The sentiment is heartwarming wisdom, and the wording is exceptional. I wish I had written it.
April 10, 2020
THE WOMEN WHO WAILED
I wish I knew who to attribute this to.
Who were these women,
walking the path with Jesus,
this innocent man?
This One who showed them
they were not to be trampled –
thought as second class.
This One who showed them
they could learn and understand
scripture, and His words.
Who were these women
who did not turn away as
He was crucified?
Exhibiting strength
in their engulfing anguish –
strength I cannot know.
Facing the horror,
these women were not silent.
They howled in their grief,
but also in their
denunciation of this
slaughter of virtue.
Inconsolable,
but not without perception,
and not without hope.
As they witnessed His
final words, were they surprised?
This man that they loved
wasn’t just a man.
Even the centurion
who observed His death
exclaimed, “Certainly
this man was the Son of God.”
My Lord, and My God.
Through their mourning eyes,
did they sense that this dear man
was their Messiah?
Forgive me, my Lord.
I would not have had the strength
to attend to You.
Lamentably, I’d
have worried, crying to You
from my peaceful home,
averse to falling
apart with the sufferer.
(Forgive me, my friends).
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 9, 2020
ONE (Ekphrastic)
Love, laughter, and fun
under the same moon and sun,
for we are all one.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
#seventeenintwenty
April 8, 2020
PREDICTABLY (limerick)
Found this fun one on Cartoon Stock. Super fun, Tarnowski!
When the hubby attempts do to plumbing,
I’ll hear him sporadically humming.
Then hints of some fumbling
bring mumbling and grumbling.
That’s when I know cursing’s forthcoming.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words 