pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

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Life Support

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

Empty nest

Egg, emptied

Spent on health

 

Caring not

Whether they

Lose their nest

 

What matters

Is breathing

Each other

“I can still run to the store.”

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Photo by Deanna Marie Metts

Can’t make sense
Of this list.
Beat and spent.

Ten milk jugs.
Nothing else
In my cart.

Almost done.
Can’t sign check.
Mortified.

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

Snowflakes on trashcans

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Photo by Deanna Marie Metts

Searching for her God,
She captures His signature –
Snowflakes on trashcans

UNTITLED

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Pay no mind
when her mind
no longer recognizes you.
Just love,
and repeat.

Double negatives

Eyes to See

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Drawing “Dragon’s Den”  (with self portrait) by Deanna Marie Metts 

To look into another’s eyes
And truly see the soul that cries –
The fear and angst on which it feeds
The love that lost, the heart that bleeds
The expectation that misleads
The loveliness beneath the needs
The strength behind the smallest deeds
The blooms among the choking weeds.
This trampled soul with courage tries
Beyond what meets the eye implies.

© Marie Elena Good

Living 1 Thessalonians 5:17

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Photo by Keith R. Good

…and on her headstone, “She prayed without ceasing.”
For in the midst of life’s unfettered existence,
serenity comes only while taking His hand,
perpetually strolling  the lush garden of prayer.

© Marie Elena Good

GIFT OF FAITH

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Photo by Keith R. Good

 

My faith is not unshakable, nor grand.
But God is not reduced by human flaws.
For when my need is great and faith is dim,
His unrestricted love renews my hope.

While apprehension plots to halt my steps,
His ever-present guidance leads me on.
See, any strength you see in me is His.
Without His faith to feed on, I am numb.

Before I even recognized my need,
He sacrificed His Son to pay my debt.
It’s not my faith that led me to my Lord,
But Jesus’ love that led me to my faith.

It’s not my faith that led me to my Lord,
But Jesus’ love that led me to my faith.

Trust in Jehovah, and do good; Dwell in the land, and feed on his faithfulness. ~ Psalm 37:3

 

© 2016, Marie Elena Good

 

 

 

 

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BLOODY GOOD POETRY

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Photo by Keith R. Good

 

Words strung
Flung prettily
Wittily, woefully
Notably touching
Clutching passion
Fashioning splendor
Rendering reader
Bleeder  

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016