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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

Two Catena Rondo for Two

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1. SOPHIA ROSE

This eight-year-old is crushing on a boy.
Her baby days just sadly up and went.
He says he loves her eighty one percent.
This eight-year-old is crushing on a boy.

Her baby days just sadly up and went.
Her daddy says he’s losing all his hair.
There’s no way for a daddy to prepare.
Her baby days just sadly up and went.

Her daddy says he’s losing all his hair.
This eighty-one-percent kid’s just too cute.
The two of them together are a hoot.
Her daddy says he’s losing all his hair.

This eighty-one-percent kid’s just too cute.
He’s also sweet, so Sophie’s got good taste,
But baby years have too soon been erased.
This eighty-one-percent kid’s just too cute.

He’s also sweet, so Sophie’s got good taste.
This eight-year-old is crushing on a boy.
There’re others, too, but he’s the real McCoy.
He’s also sweet, so Sophie’s got good taste.

This eight-year-old is crushing on a boy.
Her baby days just sadly up and went.
He says he loves her eighty one percent.
This eight-year-old is crushing on a boy.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

 
2. ISADORA KATHLEEN

And now there’s little Izzy, just turned five.
She picked her future husband years ago.
He’s dutiful, and she’s a dynamo.
And now there’s little Izzy, just turned five.

She picked her future husband years ago,
When binks and naptimes were a part of life.
And (dutifully), he chose her for his wife.
She picked her future husband years ago.

When binks and naptimes were a part of life,
Those pint-sized wheels were spinning in her head.
Who knew the ploys and schemes that lay ahead,
When binks and naptimes were a part of life.

Those pint-sized wheels were spinning in her head.
And now there’s little Izzy, just turned five.
I wonder how her daddy will survive
Those pint-sized wheels still spinning in her head.

And now there’s little Izzy, just turned five.
She picked her future husband years ago.
He’s dutiful, and she’s a dynamo.
And n there’s little Izzy, just turned five.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

God help us, lol! 

MILKY WAY

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In last night’s sky
I saw hundreds of stars
above me,
and I remembered
Michigan’s night sky,
when you and I stood
beneath not hundreds
but billions
or trillions
and I wished
I could take them home.

In last night’s sky
I saw hundreds of stars
above me.
Today, not even one.
Not even the sun.

But now?
Now, I know they are here –

billions
and trillions
and even the sun,
and even when I see
not even one.

And I see no need
to take them home,

for now I see
they are my home.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

SHE CALLS HERSELF AN ADDICT

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I suppose when cravings for poison
introduced in past moments of pain
threaten to pull you to ocean’s floor
and you remember the relief of
oxygen to your lungs,
you might find it irresistible, this temptation to
breathe –

even if it is one breath.
Even if it threatens
to fill your lungs with death.

But she –
she would rather not breathe

than return to the venom her body craves.
She would rather hold her breath,
while waiting for her Redeemer
to meet her in the depths.
To lift her face.
To breathe life to her very soul.

She calls herself an addict.

I call her a child of the God who Saves.
I call her brave.
I call her inspiring.

I call her friend.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

MY INTERVIEW WITH RYAN K. RUSSELL

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COME READ OUR INTERVIEW AT POETIC BLOOMINGS, HERE:

INTERVIEW

Tranquility, To Me

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FIRE

Fireplace captivates –
holds my eyes in place; my heart
releasing its race.

WATER

Night sky’s silent moon
presides over a serene
song of sluggish waves

WIND

Perched in autumn’s tree,
color floating around me
as my book leaves turn.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

MARIGOLD

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I bring to the garden my birth-month flower,
And admit to being drawn to her modest, unassuming style. 
She seems unconcerned that she is common.
She simply embraces her meaning: 
Winning grace.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

SATURDAY

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Entombed in darkness –
and yet never extinguished.
The Light of the World.

 

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
#seventeeninnineteen

Image Credit:  Spun By Me

(Marie E of Spun By Me:  If you happen on this post of mine, I hope you don’t mind that I used your image.  I had a very difficult time finding one with the stone still rolled in front of the tomb, to represent Holy Saturday.  I also could not find a way to comment or contact you on your site to get permission to use the image.  On a side-note, I found it of interest that your name is Marie E., as mine is as well [Marie Elena].  May God bless you.)

A Little Look at Adventures in Life ;)

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Root of the matter:
Life is no small potato,
so keep your eyes peeled.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

MY INTERVIEW WITH POET LINDA M. RHINEHART NEAS

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LINDA M. RHINEHART NEAS

 

COME READ OUR INTERVIEW HERE: 

INTERVIEW

 

CONVERSATIONAL ENGLISH CLASS (a Naani)

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Countless countries,
make-ups, cultures, and creeds
learning the language
through laughter and love.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019