Untitled 17 syllables (5/7/5)
I’m an introvert.
I feel the need to exit
before I enter.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Introvert
July 11, 2021
January 31, 2021
NOT FOR LACK OF MUSIC
She hosts a host of
concerts of many genres
in her core, daily,
hourly, or even
moment-by-moment. And in
those moments, she’s moved
but she doesn’t move.
Not really. Oh, perhaps she
sways. Shifts her shoulders
imperceptibly.
She’s intimate with rhythm.
She knows which music
begs an offbeat tap.
She was likely introduced
long before her birth.
Drum cadence stirs her.
Jazz makes her long to sing. Swing.
Waltz softens her eyes,
behind which she glides
across an icy-smooth floor.
She, frozen in place.
Perhaps she will dance
with moonbeams on the wall, while
the house is asleep.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
The idea of dancing with moonbeams on the wall while the house is asleep is from “TOM’S BEACH, Scène Fourteen: A View Inside Out,” by brilliant poet Marilyn Braendeholm. More of her work may be found here: The Journal – Random. Thoughts. Notes. (wordpress.com) .
July 29, 2019
MOM (a tribute)
I.
You told me of the love in my eyes for you
when you first held me in your arms
the day I was born.
Is it any wonder.
I knew you, and had already experienced
the gentle warmth that was you.
II.
All my friends thought me the luckiest girl
to be able to call you mom,
even though you didn’t tolerate misbehavior
or disrespect. They saw the love right through
the discipline. I tried to emulate you,
but it seems that isn’t the same as
it being a part of who you are.
III.
I saw how the mention of you
brought warm smiles.
Your gentle demeanor,
laughter, and love
were contagious.
IV.
I understand being an introvert,
and I ponder with amazement
how you dealt with that part of you.
You could have written a “how to,”
I believe. I understand more and more
the sacrifices you made.
The way you encouraged others,
and always had a kind word to offer.
The way you treated everyone
with the same level of respect.
Fiercely loyal to those you were closest to,
in ways that had to have been draining.
But we didn’t see that you were drained.
You would simply go “rest [your] back
for a few minutes,” or “rest [your] eyes.”
V.
You were my moral compass,
and still are. I feel your nudges.
I hear your gentle voice. I pray
I inherited more of you
than I see in myself.
From womb to death,
and now beyond,
I thank God for the blessing
of you.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
June 2, 2019
THE DEARLY DEPARTIED
There once was a gal named Marie
Whose good friends and fam would agree
If she’s uninvited,
She’s just as delighted
To stay home and drink her hot tea.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
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