Candle Scandal
Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
Get my drift? Though it’s really
none of my beeswax.
They have a short fuse.
They think they’re enlightened. Sure.
We know they’re wicked.
© Marie Elena Good 2024
When my husband said candles are wicked, I knew I had to run with it. 😉
Photo by Keith R. Good
Your life can’t be good.
Don’t listen to those who say
God can make a way.
Time is running out.
It isn’t possible your
Changes can be made.
You have to settle.
Don’t believe for a second
Your life means something.
© Marie Elena Good 2024
This is a Reverse Poem. Please read the poem again from the bottom, up. I wrote this 3-stanza poem in my favorite 5/7/5-syllable style.
Painting by Deanna Marie Metts
DETACHED (sijo)
Member of Mensa Foundation. Former business owner,
Now mindful only that this actual moment in time
Is dreadfully not as real as yesterday’s tomorrows.
© Marie Elena Good 2014
EMERGING (sijo)
Weeding worry stubbornly seized in depths of clay soil perdition.
Bleeding time. Believing her beseeching isn’t reaching the Ear.
Then, breakthroughs and dream-come-trues. Not of fantasy, but of being.
© Marie Elena Good 2024
I wrote Detached in 2014 about my mentally ill daughter. Emerging, written now exactly ten years later. Though she still struggles, the difference is immense. There is so much for which to be thankful!
I.
Being proud of my
gratuitous training bra.
Forced rite of passage.
II.
Hollow dissonance.
First solo and ensemble.
Black notes and white face.
III.
Shaving of The Legs
without my dad’s awareness.
Razor-thin escape.
IV.
“Does anybody
really know what time it is?”
My first sleepover.
V.
Kissed by the back door.
Glaringly obvious it’s
my first, but not his.
© Marie Elena Good, 2024
Closet Disco Queen
I was a band nerd.
Not a rah rah. Not a geek.
And not a surfer.
That wasn’t my bag.
But I liked walkin’ the beach
and catchin’ some rays.
I wasn’t a drag,
but not all show and no go.
Like, can you dig it?
I was no brick house.
If I stuck out my tongue, I
looked like a zipper.
Not a dancin’ queen.
Didn’t have the moves, ya know?
(Just keepin’ it real.)
© Marie Elena Good 2024
May we learn by heart
that live is three quarters love
and one quarter “I.”
(c) Marie Elena Good 2017
CHURCH
Brick and mortar
house far too many walls,
as though Jesus
never came.
Image by Jeff Jacobs from Pixabay
The science proved to
the many eyewitnesses
that Jesus was dead.
More eyewitnesses
prove historically to us
that Jesus now lives.
#seventeenintwentyfour
Our hearts were lit the moment you were born.
This blue-eyed chubby cherub, ours to hold.
It seemed you brought with you a love well worn;
If you could speak, the stories you’d have told.
Your toddler legs gave movement toward your dreams.
But no, not near enough for your designs.
You needed flight to capture those moonbeams,
And wishes aren’t contained by boundary lines!
In thirteen years, you’ve hardly changed a bit:
You’re soft of heart, while strong of mind and drive.
You’re beautiful. You can’t contain your wit.
It’s our delight to watch you grow and thrive.
We see inside those laughing eyes of blue,
Intelligence and warmth reside in you.
© Marie Elena Good, 2024
Happy Birthday, Soph! We love you!
Nonna and Poppa
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