The Other Side
Can we count the blades
that seize carbon dioxide
and share oxygen
reduce pollution
even as they cool our air
and clean our water
aid noise reduction
provide wildlife habitat
support stress relief
offer a clean hill
for our children to roll down
(and we adults), and
furnish spongy space
for toddlers to toddle, while
tickling their piggies?
© Marie Elena Good 2025
Photos by Keith R. Good, who attracts and cares for our birds
IF YOU FEED THEM, THEY WILL COME
Aging comes with what seems almost an expectation: Bird beguilement. But my own love of birds began in junior high on Audubon Lane, where pheasants favored our backyard. And though those days have long passed, I can still enjoy the crimson male cardinal singing to his autumn-color lifelong partner. Our bluejays, if not for being common, would be coveted. I’m captivated by the bold ladderback and bright red splash on the red belly woodpecker. The soft sorrowing song of mourning doves does not sadden me in the least. It makes me smile. I giggle at the quirky little honk of the nuthatch as he darts up and down our trees. I find the cheerful little black-capped chickadee entirely enchanting. Goldfinches, bright as lemons, titter as they sail the air as though on waves. When we hear the intricate trill of tiny wrens, we know spring has entered. Orange orioles take our breath away with their arrival. And, of course, the minute emerald body and ruby throat of the hummer is electrifying. These and countless more captivate and delight us. They make our home, home.
Doing what we can
to attract the vocalists
that color our yard.
© Marie Elena Good, 2025
And This is Love
No need for Hallmark-
gold-sealed card with fancy words
that someone else wrote.
I’ll take morning jokes
and/or hand-drawn hearts on a
yellow Post-it Note.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
S*U*R*R*E*N*D*E*R
Me, a young girl in
a whirlwind of sudden change.
Strange new surroundings.
Unsure what is real,
or who, in this new-to-me
space, can be trusted:
One who stands rusted;
one too timid to answer;
and you, straw dancer.
They win me over
(especially you), and they
chauffeur me to Oz
because, because, be-
cause, because – because they’re there,
and they care. Deeply.
Green skin. Broom. Smoke. Threats.
And me, tricked. I lost my friends
when I clicked my heels.
But to my surprise,
I see you in these eyes I’ve
always known, at home.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
“And heaven’s peace and perfect justice kissed a guilty world with love.” ~ Dyma gariad fel y moroedd
The Heart of Golgotha
Before He stepped foot,
He knew the path: Golgotha,
“the place of a skull.”
He knew it, for He
had formed it. Created it
with God His Father.
Before carrying
the crossbeam on this long path,
He created it
before man became;
before woman, born of man,
bore The Son of Man;
before the first sin
had ever been committed,
or life led to death,
and before you were
formed in your own mother’s womb,
He knew you, and He
chose you, and He chose
the horrific path He’d walk
and death He’d conquer.
It was a matter
of turning your face to Him;
of loving you first.
It was a matter
of bonding your heart to His,
for eternity.
© Marie Elena Good, 2025
“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends” ~ John 15:13
As I Stop at the Light
She, with little to her name, fumbles a moment in her purse, rolls down her window, and hands money to the man with the sign she can’t read. He thanks her, and says, “God bless you.” All she understands is his smile, which she returns with a nod of her head. She rolls up her window. I place my hand on her shoulder. She smiles at me, and I at her.
And how could I have
immediately known her,
if not for the light.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
If not for nations
coming to my own doorstep,
I’d never know them.
I’d never have seen
they’re here to feed me the food
that comforts their souls.
I’d never have seen
they’re here to make my home both
strong and welcoming.
They’re here to make us
kinder. Gentler. Here to make
their own lives better,
but also the lives
of all those who welcomed them,
and those who didn’t.
I want to save them
from the strangling hands of this
administration.
If not for Donald,
would Vance, Rubio, Musk, Noem,
and all the others
be so emboldened
to heartless vindictiveness
and mercilessness?
If not for clear signs
from history (you know which),
one might never know.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
this not a trickle but a wide-open firehose that is not meant to douse flames but to disorient the American people leaving us reeling feeling discounted disregarded overlooked overwhelmed overpowered and overthrown (overthrown?) unquestionably and categorically overthrown and now so unrecognizable my country looks far more distorted than even what I see through my wrinkled retina and make no mistake this firehose is intentional gish gallop in its inundation and devastation and
How can one stall a
strategic tsunami with
a spoon and a sponge?
(c) Marie Elena Good 2025
Albatross
Photo by Johann Van der Linde on Pexels.com
Term Two (a Tricube)
It feels like
quicksand, but
it isn’t.
We may be
in too deep
to get out,
but we can
still stand up
for what’s right.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
Robert Lee Brewer’s April 2025 PAD
This form is a Tricube: 3 stanzas of 3 lines of 3 syllables
pictured words 