Untitled response to Poetic Asides Prompt 418: THAW
I thought I thaw a thnowball
Up on a thnowy wall.
How fun to throw,
but I’m too thlow,
and what I thaw had thawed.
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
December 13, 2017
December 12, 2017
BE THE CONDUIT (Response to Twiglet #54: Water, Water)
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We thirst for even a sprinkling of peace,
as we reach the boiling point.
#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen
December 10, 2017
Extravagance of the season
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
The extravagance
of the season, embodied:
God, wrapped in infant.
November 29, 2017
My Favorite Christmas Things (to the tune of My Favorite Things)
Banister greenery, tied with red ribbon.
Moonlit iced tree branches sparkle and glisten.
Carolers harmonize laughter with song.
Uplifting lyrics ring all season long.
Silver-belled streetlamps are charmingly pretty,
Casting their glow on the streets of the city.
Life-sized nativity graces a lawn.
Warmth from a hay bale entices a fawn.
Crystal-like snowflakes that shimmer and twinkle.
Enchanted children, with noses that crinkle.
Scents of warm sugar that waft through the air.
Sense of the kindness of folks everywhere.
Children’s wonder
Peaceful slumber
‘neath a silent snow
The best of the season
all point to the reason –
the birth of a Babe I know.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
November 14, 2017
RECEIVING SONNET
Photo by Keith R. Good
The very word is musical, to me.
Her soft iambic pentameter, calm.
Her rise and fall, a wave of soothing sea.
A therapy. A troubled spirit’s balm.
The sonnet seems to whisper, not to shriek.
No heart has she for bias or outrage.
Her soul is surely humble, yielding, meek.
A lady, moving gracefully through age.
When strolling wood, I hear her hollowed call.
While contemplating God, she sometimes sighs.
Perceptible in mid-west farmland’s sprawl.
She’s many means to draw and mesmerize.
Each time she calls, I gladly sit with her.
I stroke each word, and listen for her purr.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
November 10, 2017
Untitled
He who directs my steps,
smooths my path.
He moistens my parched lips
with song.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
October 18, 2017
JESUS, I BELIEVE YOU (Sonnet for The Son of Man)
Image credit: “Nail Pierced Hands of the Ultimate Superhero”
Conceived of virgin, launching life of strife.
In unpretentious setting, You were born.
You claimed to be The Way. The Truth. The Life.
Judged blasphemous, then kinged with crown of thorns.
They say a prophet goes unrecognized
In his or her own town … and this was You.
For there you were, distrusted and despised –
Not warranting the hatred that You drew.
Could they not see Your Father in Your face?
Were they not there to witness healing hands?
Were they not awed by one so full of grace?
Yet all was in accordance with Your plans.
My Jesus, I believe Your every word,
Which, only by Your grace, my ears have heard.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
October 4, 2017
Epiphanies (inspired by My Favorite Things)
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Toddlers that “get it,”
That first sense of humor!
Ultrasound showing
There’s two in her womb, or
Suddenly noticing
His shy, sweet stare.
These are some things
That are special and rare.
Seeing my mother
In my own reflection.
More often noting
Decreased recollection.
Pleasant occasions
In which I take part.
Still finding plenty
To capture my heart.
Years fly quickly,
Oh, so quickly!
Decades swiftly pass.
So value your loved ones,
Your home, and your life.
Acknowledge your brim-
full glass!
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
September 27, 2017
In The Name of All That is Right
Photo by Keith R. Good
This Land of the Free can’t agree on taking a knee. But it’s not about the knee. It’s about equality, and that’s the key to being free, from sea to shining sea.
See?
© Marie Elena Good 2017
#takeaknee
September 25, 2017
THIS I KEEP ON DOING (a sinner’s sonnet)
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
“For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do –
this I keep on doing.” ~ Romans 7:19
Like Paul, I do what I don’t want to do.
The best in me is shallow as a shoal,
That barely covers that which is askew.
An ugliness lies deep within my soul.
Too quick am I to judge and criticize.
This goes against my core belief; my creed.
I want to see my fellow man with eyes
That focus on their value and their need.
I give to Christ my own besetting sin
And ask Him to unseat its hiding place.
I beg of Him to change me from within –
Remove what doesn’t bolster love and grace.
For He alone can break through this façade
To commandeer the part that’s deeply flawed.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
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