Rise up, my soul!
Photo by Marie Elena Good
Spirit bestows it –
Worship swells from the Wellspring.
Oh my soul, take part!
Would that this poet
rise up and sing like the king
after God’s own heart!
© Marie Elena Good
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Photo by Marie Elena Good
October 28, 2018
October 25, 2018
Hocking Hills Autumn 2018, 5-7-5 SUN
Photo by Marie Elena Good
I prefer my sun
Filtered through dense forest pines;
The air I breathe, chilled.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
October 7, 2018
SAVING SOUNDS
They’ve not been gone long.
Just a few month’s time.
Sometimes I hear her laugh.
His voice, singing,
“I don’t buy sugar —
Just touch my cup.”
Her coffeemaker’s sizzle.
His, “Go Bucks.”
Her, “I love you. —
You know that.”
His drums.
Her sigh.
I clutch these sounds —
Secure them to my heart,
And listen to its beat.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
August 1, 2018
GRIEF
Grief is a peculiar beast,
prowling when
and where
and how we least expect –
often at inopportune moments
when there is no fitting release
and nothing to do but cram it down,
thinking it will recede
and let us be,
but no
it lingers about,
then slinks in
at the next inopportune moment ,
chafing,
never ending,
like a run-on thought
or a spinning yarn
with no end in sight
and no
… funny,
how relief,
though brief,
comes conversely
through
tears,
and laughter.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
May 18, 2018
RETURN TO THE HILLS (Sonnet for My Keith, and Our Little Blue Cabin in Ohio’s Hocking Hills)
How many years have you and I come here
To seek a respite from demands of time?
We listen long as birdsongs echo clear,
From porch swing’s nest, to hills we dare to climb.
We had to leave behind our getaway,
As pressures of life’s urgencies took charge.
This season rendered cabin dreams “someday,”
But pressing needs no longer loom so large.
We’re homebodies (both you and I), and this,
Our quiet cabin nestled in the pines,
Feels so like coming home, it’s simply bliss –
This space where life and harmony align.
I’ve seen these hills with no one else but you.
There’s none with whom I’d rather share this view.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
November 29, 2017
My Favorite Christmas Things (to the tune of My Favorite Things)
Banister greenery, tied with red ribbon.
Moonlit iced tree branches sparkle and glisten.
Carolers harmonize laughter with song.
Uplifting lyrics ring all season long.
Silver-belled streetlamps are charmingly pretty,
Casting their glow on the streets of the city.
Life-sized nativity graces a lawn.
Warmth from a hay bale entices a fawn.
Crystal-like snowflakes that shimmer and twinkle.
Enchanted children, with noses that crinkle.
Scents of warm sugar that waft through the air.
Sense of the kindness of folks everywhere.
Children’s wonder
Peaceful slumber
‘neath a silent snow
The best of the season
all point to the reason –
the birth of a Babe I know.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
January 31, 2016
Life Support
Photo by Marie Elena Good
Empty nest
Egg, emptied
Spent on health
Caring not
Whether they
Lose their nest
What matters
Is breathing
Each other
June 18, 2015
TEACH WHAT MATTERS
What matters the skin
Or shape of the eyes
From which well the tears
Of final goodbyes?
What matters the weapon
When brandished with hate?
Teach precious ones love
While proud tongues debate.
April 24, 2015
MARKERS
There came a change
When you and I
Dared become amourus
Desirous
Us.
There came a change –
The momentous occasion
When we became
Wed
And, wed, became
One.
There came a change
When one became
A headstone,
And one became
Alone.
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