Art by Deanna Marie Metts | pictured words

May 5, 2024

DETACHED and EMERGING (2 in Sijo)

Painting by Deanna Marie Metts

DETACHED (sijo)

Member of Mensa Foundation. Former business owner,
Now mindful only that this actual moment in time
Is dreadfully not as real as yesterday’s tomorrows.

© Marie Elena Good 2014

EMERGING (sijo)

Weeding worry stubbornly seized in depths of clay soil perdition.
Bleeding time. Believing her beseeching isn’t reaching the Ear.
Then, breakthroughs and dream-come-trues. Not of fantasy, but of being.

© Marie Elena Good 2024

I wrote Detached in 2014 about my mentally ill daughter. Emerging, written now exactly ten years later. Though she still struggles, the difference is immense. There is so much for which to be thankful!

April 9, 2021

CITRUS

She’ll never slice me,
squeeze, or zest me, if you just
sketch me a sweet face.

© Marie Elena Good, 2021

In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 9 – Writer’s Digest (Day 9: Write a PERSONA poem)

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December 29, 2019

DEANNA (BRIGHT AS DAY)

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Freehand original art by Deanna Marie Metts

Her light was dimmed years ago. Everything she enjoyed was taken from her. Books. Music. Art. NY Times crosswords. Energy. Drive. Laughter. All of it, gone. All of it. But in God’s timing and in His way, the expression of herself through her art has been returned. Not in the same way, but brand new, as God renewed her spirit and drew her to Himself. Rekindling her light with His own, she is never truly alone. New Spirit. New Light never fails her, despite that which ails her.

At her drawing board,
what was lost is now restored.
New way. Bright as Day.

January 18, 2016

Eyes to See

Drawing “Dragon’s Den” (with self portrait) by Deanna Marie Metts

To look into another’s eyes
And truly see the soul that cries –
The fear and angst on which it feeds
The love that lost, the heart that bleeds
The expectation that misleads
The loveliness beneath the needs
The strength behind the smallest deeds
The blooms among the choking weeds.
This trampled soul with courage tries
Beyond what meets the eye implies.

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