HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4
Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.”
© Marie Elena Good 2019
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pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
October 23, 2019
October 22, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 3
I. Keith hikes Old Man’s Cave
while I purchase a notebook
and count syllables.
II. I feel sixty one.
Yet I watch older women
hike in their dress shoes.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
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October 22, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 2
Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor). Photo by Keith R. Good
Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 21, 2019
Hocking Hills Autumn 2019 Day 1
Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.
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October 20, 2019
YOUNG MOM
Photo credit: STUX at Pixabay
Some days seem the longest long longer than a run-on sentence that fills her space with no breaks to grab a breath or bite or blink of rest and yes she’s blessed but stressed and pressed where tiny pupils move left to right left to right no end in sight no time to quench her appetite for slumber in what’s left of night just left to right left to right left to write what’s left to write …
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
(I do believe too many young moms in our midst feel just like this. 😦 )
October 13, 2019
authenticity
Image courtesy of fda54 at Pixabay
authenticity
I witnessed unwitting wisdom today
when my five-year-old granddaughter said,
“I’ve never seen a lighthouse
in the desert.”
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 6, 2019
A HOLY HUSH
Photo by Keith R. Good
Sleep came,
but the dreams that accompanied it
were disturbing
and all I could do was pray for peace
as worry for her threatened to devour me.
Disquiet was my life for months
and months
and months.
Then one night I found myself
walking a path of undisturbed snow.
The moon was my only light –
just enough to illumine the path,
glisten against the falling snowflakes,
and reveal the immense evergreen forest.
There was silence,
save the calming crunch
of snow beneath my feet.
I walked the breathtaking beauty all night,
accompanied by One who knows me intimately –
the only One who offers stillness
in the midst of turbulence.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
“… and he said to the sea, ‘Peace, be still.’ And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.” ~ Mark 4:39
September 30, 2019
COMFORT FOODS
It’s Mom’s recipes –
stained, and written in her hand –
that nourish my heart.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
September 15, 2019
ADDRESSED BY THE WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST
Image credit: Pixabay
What?
You think you’re somehow
special?
You think yours is the first house
to ever be dropped here?
Well hear this, my pretty –
This city has swallowed dynasties
whole
and the only dear thing about you
is the pair of shoes you stole.
Return them now,
or refuse. You choose,
but at your own peril.
I’m feral, and there’ll be
no mistaking I’m taking what’s mine.
Oh, see? My vultures are circling!
All in due time, my dears. All in due time.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
September 11, 2019
PTSD
Eighteen years later,
some don’t need a reminder.
How can they forget?
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
