UNTITLED 5/7/5

“No more pennies,” we
were informed, and we could make
no cents of this change.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
(Hardly a poem, but it was fun to write!)

“No more pennies,” we
were informed, and we could make
no cents of this change.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
(Hardly a poem, but it was fun to write!)

Erin Kay Hope
Come check out my interview with extraordinary poet Erin Kay Hope at Poetic Bloomings!
Follow this link: https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/2021/06/03/poet-interview-erin-kay-hope-2/

In the midst of war
(and there is always a war)
lies grim misjudging.
Fear of difference.
Insatiable greed for land.
Resolute loathing.
Dire false impressions.
Grave miscommunications.
And a common moon.
And beneath that moon,
in God’s perfect alignment,
is home to us all.
We’ve food and water
(if only we’d gladly share),
great plains and mountains,
celebrated seas
with unfathomably large
communal mammals.
With microscopic
yet astoundingly complex
sentient beings.
Sands God has numbered
stay in place as our home spins,
not spilling a drop
of the vast waters
that both adorn and provide,
beautify and quench.
And though we do not
tend to her needs (let alone
the needs of “others”),
God gave us this home
brilliantly placed beneath the
moon of His choosing,
populated with
children He chooses to love.
(There are no “others.”}
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
#5-7-5

Life is too short for
grudges, shame, ill-fitting shoes,
yesterday’s coffee.
#fivesevenfive
#lifeistooshort
© Marie Elena Good, 2021

She spent the entire afternoon asking me relevant, insightful questions about the school’s students, staff, and mission. How do you teach babies and preschoolers a second language? What countries do they come from? What languages are spoken? Which is the most common? (She made note of Arabic, and couldn’t wait to ask her mom if she can begin studying it via Rosetta Stone or Duolingo). Would I please contact the volunteer coordinator to see if it is acceptable for a ten-year-old to volunteer to help the adults care for the children? Are masks required? Is there a dress code? Is there a form her parents could complete and sign, giving her permission to volunteer there? Even if they can’t let her volunteer yet, can she take a tour of the school, and meet the staff? Oh, and would I please tell them she is mature for her age?
Eager native sprout
seeks to share energy to
root and bloom transplants.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021

We humans tend to look back,
often
having trouble reconciling the life
we live
with the life we naively dreamed of
in the
midst of youth, mulling the likelihood that the
land of
our reality borders our kingdom of
what ifs.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
#waltmarie form
The poem within reads:
often
we live
in the
land of
what ifs
The #waltmarie, created by Candace Kubinec, is a 10-line form of any subject. The even-numbered lines are 2 syllables, and must form their own poem when read separately. The odd-numbered lines are longer, with no syllable count restrictions.
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 24 – Writer’s Digest (writersdigest.com) (Day 24: Write a Question poem.)
I love, “I love you,”
daily coming from your voice –
confirmed in your eyes.
I love, “I love you,”
emitting from hand-drawn hearts
on scraps of paper.
I love, “I love you,”
proved in daily selfless acts,
both little and vast.
I love, “I love you.”
But I treasure the daily
non-verbal “I do.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
Happy Anniversary, Keith. 30 years of daily thankfulness for the gift of you.
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 20 – Writer’s Digest (Day 20: Write a love and/or anti-love poem.)
Do you see yourself
in the face of your sibling?
Identical twins.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
For today’s prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides, we are asked to write an ekphrastic poem. I used this photo of my Aunt Peg (my Mom’s identical twin sister). It is a double exposure, showing my mom’s smiling face in the face of Aunt Peg. Identical twins do seem a sort of “double exposure” in the first place, don’t they? Love this photo.

“Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.” ~ Jesus Christ of Nazareth (Luke 23:34)
Tortured at their hands,
my Messiah didn’t wait
for apologies.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 17 – Writer’s Digest (Day 17: Write a Waiting poem.)