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Photo by Keith R. Good
just once
catch first glint of dawn
chase rise and fall
of moon and sun and sigh
#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

Photo by Keith R. Good
just once
catch first glint of dawn
chase rise and fall
of moon and sun and sigh
#seventeensyllablesfortwentyseventeen

Photo by Keith R. Good
words crack open
some willingly
spilling
some win-
some
some wince-
some
some pester
and fester
some swoon
in moonlit sky
and wonder
why
she’s deaf
to their cry
© Marie Elena Good, 2017

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 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

Photo by Keith R. Good
Hate reigns. What remains
To say? To pray?
We disavow
(somehow)
Our sin in errant skin –
Our callous view of life
As strife endures, and carnage lures
The vilest mind.
Oh, mankind!
Weep desolately deep
As France steeps in blood,
And floods of tears release
A piece of Nice.
© Marie Elena Good

Photo by Keith R. Good
Loss can be peculiar
Sometimes trading nothing
For something