pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
April 23, 2019
Tranquility, To Me
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
April 23, 2019
MARIGOLD
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
April 20, 2019
SATURDAY
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.)
March 31, 2019
A Little Look at Adventures in Life ;)
Root of the matter:
Life is no small potato,
so keep your eyes peeled.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
March 24, 2019
CONVERSATIONAL ENGLISH CLASS (a Naani)
Countless countries,
make-ups, cultures, and creeds
learning the language
through laughter and love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
March 16, 2019
THIS IS WHAT VALOR LOOKS LIKE
What do I know of my mother falling
dead at my teenage feet.
What do I know of being
blown apart in body
and spirit
at the hands of an enemy I didn’t choose.
What do I know of channeling
raging pain
into charity for my fellow man.
What do I know of love
born of anguish.
This, benevolent and boundless.
What do I know of smiling
eyes, lips, heart
for every being in my path.
What do I know of heroism
but for you?
© Marie Elena Good, edited 2019
(original penned 2013)
March 13, 2019
BY NO MEANS
By no means do I like to travel
On water, air, pavement, or gravel.
So by all means, go.
I’ll stay put. (You know,
Ain’t pretty to see me unravel).
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
March 3, 2019
TRI-ANGLES
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
I.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we blind our eyes,
plug our ears,
close our minds,
and open our mouths.
II.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we shun politics
while we de-bate what hooked us
and dragged us to our knees.
III.
They say we shouldn’t talk politics or religion
so, religiously,
we set our jaws, and type
with furious fingers –
too often the same fingers that have
never cast a ballot,
raised themselves to seek answers to questions,
nor folded themselves to silently seek the
One
we religiously shun.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
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