pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

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Lucky, lucky me.
Log cabin nestled in pines.
My name on his lips.

© Marie Elena Good

#hockinghills
#frontierlogcabins
#october2018

BOXED

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When I label you,
I stuff  you in a box, then
trim what doesn’t fit.

(c)  Marie Elena Good, 2018

Rise up, my soul!

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

Spirit bestows it –
Worship swells from the Wellspring.
Oh my soul, take part!

Would that this poet
rise up and sing like the king
after God’s own heart!

© Marie Elena Good

UNTITLED

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What I wear in fall:
jeans, boots, sweaters, and mittens
and grins, ear-to-ear.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 14: CLOTHES

UNTITLED

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One flickering flame
in the window glows, bestows
the best kind of warmth.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 13:  CANDLES

Hocking Hills Autumn 2018, 5-7-5 SUN

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

I prefer my sun
Filtered through dense forest pines;
The air I breathe, chilled.

©  Marie Elena Good, 2018

Hocking Hills Autumn 2018, 5-7-5 Water

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Photo by Keith R. Good

I prefer water
Falling, or babbling in brooks,
To crashing on shore.

© Marie Elena Good

UNMASK

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There’s only one way
To know ourselves and others:
Eliminate masks.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 12:  COSTUME

A Creator’s Palette (Sonnet to The Artist)

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Reflections of autumn’s trees on Rose Lake in Ohio’s Hocking Hills region.  Photo credit:  Keith R. Good

Describing “yellow” leaves in fall, for me,
Does not at all depict their cheerful gleam
As sunlight spills as liquid through the trees,
And they themselves could light the day, it seems.

So also “orange” can’t describe the bliss
That autumn’s gorgeous vista just compels.
And though I can’t rename it, I know this:
Fall’s celebrated color casts its spells.

My favored autumn shades though are the reds:
From rosy blush to crimson, fire-and-iced.
They fairly flaunt and flame as they turn heads.
There’s no way common “red” would have sufficed.

How can we label paints and pens of God
That leave us reverential, praise-filled, awed ?

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 11:  CRIMSON

SOW

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Sow
grace where you
may.

Pray
kindness brings good
yield.

Wield
God’s most holy
word.

Gird
softness ‘round your
views.

Fuse
truth to all you
know.

Show
love in all you
sow.

© Marie Elena Good, 2018

FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018,  DAY 10:  HARVEST