pictured words

a simple pairing of pictures and poetry

MARY’S SONNET

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“So be it done to me as you have said.”
Yet, as the words released from my own tongue,
I did not understand the path I’d tread,
Nor anguish God would ask of one so young.

The visit of that night became surreal,
As mundane daily chores consumed my life.
I questioned, did I dream the whole ordeal?
For I was just a mother and a wife.

Then, jolted from this lulled complacency,
I watched in horror as they took my son
To torture him, and nail him to a tree,
And wailed myself when he cried, “It is done.”

I gazed upon the empty cross, and tomb,
In awe – I’d cradled God within my womb.

© Marie Elena Good

Holding Confession

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No ‘author’ity

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No authority
Abandoned spineless blank leaves
No write to be heard

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CAUGHT UP

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She chases each breeze
She sees – hooked, roped, and lusting.

Future storms gusting

Photo credit:  earthspacecircle.blogspot.com

BURY AN ANGEL

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Tell me, please, just how to speak
To pain that dwells within hell’s flames
And taunts a further depth to seek.

(Prayers, please, for a young teen mother who found her two-month-old baby dead in her crib this morning.  Prayers also, please, for the pastor of her church, who is in such pain for her that he does not know how to give her any comfort and answer her sobbing pleas of “why?”  Just heartbreaking …)

Bury my ashes

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Bury my ashes.

Don’t have and hold, for the sake

of your next true love.

And How Was Your Morning?

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It’s been weeks,

so we meet at McDonald’s at 5:30 a.m.

for a hot breakfast,

only we are greeted by a locked door, and a sign:

“sorry for the inconvenience,”

so we spend ten minutes of precious time

searching another location

while others this morning are searching

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for dead loved ones in Nepal.

© Marie Elena Good

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Hear(t)rending Tragedies

While Nepal suffers
Death not of their own making,
We dig our own grave.

Nepal Earthquake

Nepal Earthquake

Baltimore Riots

Baltimore Riots

To Shed What Light? (sonnet for a darkened past)

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She can’t quite grasp event(s) she feels occurred
That may have cast the pattern of her life.
No clear recall – just senses that are blurred,
Yet sharply pierce her present, like a knife.

Hypnosis could enlighten, she was told –
Could bring to forefront what she had suppressed.
Perhaps what had been quelled could then unfold,
And with it, this foreboding put to rest.

And here am I, unable to convey
My hesitance to urge her in this quest –
When everything inside me wants to say
Some incidents might best remain repressed.

 Yes, were my past so dark I could not see,
I would not seize the lamp and turn the key.

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