AWAITING WATERSHEDS
Photo by Keith R. Good
Every crisis in my life
has left expected tinges
I wish were erasable,
but also unforeseen traces
of the embraceable.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Life
May 3, 2020
April 30, 2020
FROM HIM, THROUGH HIM, TO HIM (Sonnet to my God)
Photo by Daniel Reche, courtesy of Pixabay
Oh, stillness deep within me, never wane
when chaos saturates the world without.
I know the very God who sees and reigns –
whose still, small voice speaks peace, and quiets doubt.
He gave mankind a gnawing in our soul
that won’t be satisfied without His will.
And only He can quench that thirsty hole;
and only through His food, we get our fill.
At times, my praise rings sonorous and strong,
and springs from nourished soul that feeds on Him.
At times my praise, just weak and weary song,
seeps sluggishly from apathy within.
Oh, Father, fill me up when I am drained,
and may my praise be endless; unrestrained.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 26, 2020
PANDEMIC
Imprint in Concrete photo by Keith R. Good
We’re navigating
necessary conversions
to our way of life.
Maybe we’ve traded
trite for substance. And maybe
we can keep the change.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 25, 2020
UNTITLED SENRYU
Image from demilked.com
Can we see from space
that a slower, simpler pace
is earth’s saving grace?
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 23, 2020
SOCIALLY REWIRED IN NO TIME FLAT
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
I’m all for the masks and hand-washing,
Keeping 6 feet away and not touching,
But for cryin’ out loud
I just gasped at the crowd
On the old T.V. show that I’m watching!
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
True story, y’all! LOL!
April 20, 2020
Untitled senryu (isolation prompt)
Image from Pixabay by Gordon Johnson
Until they are brought
together to speak, they’re just
twenty six letters.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 19, 2020
STAY-AT-HOME SUNDAY MORNING CONFESSIONS
Photo by Anemone 123 at Pixabay
She’s become a permanent fixture
in her own home. Comfortable and cozy.
Not lonely, and
determined that nobody else will be either.
But there is a bump in her road, and
a chink in her resolve.
A chasm, built of laziness
she has come to embrace.
Isn’t idleness inherent
in permanent fixtures?
Deep inside her is a plea she turns a deaf ear to:
the low howl of the lonely.
And she wonders why she writes her poem
in third person.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 16, 2020
Untitled response to 2020 April PAD Prompt: the last blank
Pixabay image credit: https://pixabay.com/users/alexandra_koch-621802/
We wouldn’t suspect
the last time we visited
could be our last time.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
#covidnineteen
#seventeenintwenty
I had kind of promised myself I would not get morbid during this PAD challenge. But here I am. I’ll try to write another poem that sparks a smile or a smirk. 😉
April 15, 2020
GROWING DREAMS
Photo credit: Keith R. Good
Wake up beautiful
Cute high heels, good for my feet
Feel pretty daily
No-pain fun workouts
Tasty food without weight gain
Flattering clothes, all
Snow with no slipping
Nightly beach stroll with no bugs
Flowers with no weeds
Warmth with no sweating
Nice chill with no shivering
Charcoal clouds with sun
Endless connections
Continuous potential
World with no borders
Love without judgement
Hard truths spread with soft edges
Loved. No exceptions.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 7, 2020
PLACED IN A TIME SUCH AS THIS
Ohio Department of Health Director, Dr. Amy Acton (thankful for her)
I don’t believe in fluke of fate.
No, we were slated for this time.
But as we climb this curve
we work to flatten as ordered
to slacken this attack,
I am looking forward
to looking back.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
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