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Tag: Beauty

January 29, 2023

HOW TO RECOGNIZE YOURSELF

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How to Recognize Yourself

In somewhat of a hurry, she quickens her steps. Her eyes shift right as her side vision catches a glimpse of scurried movement in a store window.  In what seems like a nanosecond, her eyes are looking ahead of her again.  Just like that, her pace slows drastically, as her eyes again shift right in a nearly imperceivable attempt to pull themselves together.  “No,” they try to convince themselves, “that is not her.  That is not us.”  She allows herself to come to a full stop.  She turns to face the window, to stare into those eyes that betray her.  The woman staring back at her has sparse brows, and even sparser lips.  Her shoulders droop, negating the fact that she feels erect.  Her upper arms sag.  She wears sensible shoes.  She doesn’t know what the big hurry was.

Eyes search for signs of
former beauty.  Christ reminds  
us, we are His bride.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023
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April 14, 2021

A Walk in Mid-April

Photo by Keith R. Good

We walk around the park’s pond,
eyeing mallards and geese,
clear blue skies.
Tree blossoms of white, pink, and purple
dapple sunlight on the greening grass
and manmade path at our feet.

Lilacs scent the breeze,
as does the pleasing sound of
improving English
from my brave and delightful friend.
She speaks of her sweet/smart girls,
(the youngest of which, with her large dark eyes and
dark golden curls, holds tight her momma’s hand,
and her little bag of chips),
Syrian war,
and lost and scattered family.

© Marie Elena Good, 2021

In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s 2021 April PAD Challenge: Day 14 – Writer’s Digest (Day 14: Write a “from where you’re sitting” poem.)

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August 2, 2020

RHODODENDRON

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She was planted with care,
right there
where her dark leaves and white flowers
would give hours of joy each day.
But it hasn’t worked that way.

Years have passed
since she last bloomed.
She seemed entombed –
immured, as she simply
endured

until Keith dug her up,
changed the makeup below,
which allowed the free flow
of water to root, and
we can’t dispute the wonder.

Once freed from earth’s clay,
we saw growth the first day.
Now she won’t just survive.
She’ll thrive.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

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October 23, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4 (2)

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Photo by Keith R. Good

Pigeons in Ash Cave
Sound more like humans trying
To sound pigeon-like.  😉

(c) Marie Elena Good 2019

#57519
#hockinghills
#ashcave

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October 23, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4

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Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.” 

© Marie Elena Good 2019

#57519

#hockinghills
#ashcave

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October 22, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 3

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I.  Keith hikes Old Man’s Cave
while I purchase a notebook
and count syllables.

II.  I feel sixty one.
Yet I watch older women
hike in their dress shoes.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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October 22, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 2

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Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor).  Photo by Keith R. Good

Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing. 

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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October 21, 2019

Hocking Hills Autumn 2019 Day 1

Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.

(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019

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April 23, 2019

Tranquility, To Me

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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

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February 10, 2019

BRIGHT AS DAY

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It’s the meaning of her name,
and I claim there is something to it,
as in days of old testament.

But multiple impediments seized her

mind

energy

sight

voice.

Her very soul.

The whole of her,
splintered.

The light of her,
wintered.

But her God is not flawed,
nor silenced.
As her spirit returns
and yearns to be,
I see her flame ignite,
and hope shines
Bright as Day.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

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