WIST(eria )FUL

Photo by Keith R. Good
Lord give me eyes
that note gentle lavenders
among desolate grays.

Photo by Keith R. Good
Lord give me eyes
that note gentle lavenders
among desolate grays.

Don’t judge anyone
Until you’ve walked in their shoes
As long as they have.

Photo by Keith R. Good
just once
catch first glint of dawn
chase rise and fall
of moon and sun and sigh
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Photo by Keith R. Good
“We’re all doomed!” wailed baboon.
“Now, says who?” asked the shrew.
“It’s a lie!” declared fly.
“You buffoon!” slurred raccoon.
“Please, please, please!” pleaded bees,
“What baboon says is true!
We are dying in droves!
If we die, you will too!”
“But that’s not what MAN says,
and he’d KNOW,” shrieked the crow.
And the rest felt affirmed
While baboon’s head hung low.
“We rely on each bee,” whispered unnoticed flea.
With the flea’s voice unheard,
And the baboon, insulted
No common sense stirred,
And the poet’s voice halted.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017

I wish all had disembarked.
Teach United
the meaning of its name.
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“After the Rain” (Made with Love by Leeroy. Life-of-Pix free stock}
She writes her life in third person
Once removed.
In ink or lead or crayon.
Or spoon.
It’s strewn about while she
Remains unmoved.
Someone loved her once, she knows.
No. She knows.
She wrings her wrists
And twists her ring.
Can’t tell you what she ate
Or when.
Or who would ask such a thing.
She also knows this:
Each day is a season
Fused with strife,
Escaping her grasp,
Leaving her gasping
For life.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017

I long for a world
Not riddled with sin
Where the earth is kind,
And the people therein.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2009

© Marie Elena Good, 2009

A life that’s wanted is a life that’s life.
Unwanted life? Disposable tissue.
So at what point does life become a life?
Unplanned or planned – too often the issue.
The silent scream of babies ripped apart
Is deafening to me – I can’t be still
And not express what grieves my beating heart
While theirs are halted at another’s will.
What right have we to turn a woman’s womb
Into an unplanned baby’s living tomb?
© Marie Elena Good, 2016