CRUTCHES
Photo by Daniel Nebreda, at Pixabay
Call faith what you will –
a crutch, if it helps me stand
on my principles.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com
February 8, 2020
April 23, 2019
MARIGOLD
I bring to the garden my birth-month flower,
And admit to being drawn to her modest, unassuming style.
She seems unconcerned that she is common.
She simply embraces her meaning:
Winning grace.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
March 13, 2019
BY NO MEANS
By no means do I like to travel
On water, air, pavement, or gravel.
So by all means, go.
I’ll stay put. (You know,
Ain’t pretty to see me unravel).
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
August 13, 2018
CURRENT
Her toes, tanned,
saunter in sand
as sun wanes.
She remains,
steeped in still
-nes’tled blush of dusk.
Settled. Hushed.
Moon taunts her,
fetching her heart –
sketching shore shadows –
stretching fern and frond
beyond her vision.
And far beyond
her once-upon-a-sand
box.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
August 1, 2018
HOLY BOOK (Sonnet to the Word of God)
A book of books; a letter to mankind
God-breathed to men of many walks of life –
And yet this faultless work is undermined.
Some say its very Author causes strife.
Translated into fourteen hundred tongues,
No other book approaches such renown
As this, which is as breath to failing lungs.
Throughout, God’s living hallowed voice resounds.
Amazing in enduring relevance
Astonishing consistency of thought
Unparalleled in unbound eminence –
Deny its holiness? No, I cannot.
Though there are those who disregard His word,
My God will not be silenced, nor unheard.
© 2013, Marie Elena Good
September 6, 2017
I Am An Aging, Living Being
No longer vibrant
smooth
-skinned strength, framed
on the nightstand
No longer quick
-witted or
-stepped
fluid in mind
agile in stride
No longer resourceful
proficient
a step ahead
with a head in the game
At times still life,
I am life, still
I am aging
living
being.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
July 8, 2017
ADDICT (sonnet for a friend in distress)
She doesn’t fit the image in your head –
The one my title planted in your brain.
She’s quilted patchwork, fondly stitched bedspread.
She’s warmly welcomed gently falling rain.
She’s selfless soul and kindness above all.
Her prayers are like symphonic rays of sun.
When help is needed, she’s the one to call –
She’ll set distress aside for anyone.
Her nights are filled with terrorizing dreams;
Her days besieged with raging drug demands.
While patchwork stitches strain along the seams,
Her trembling heart is placed in Jesus’ hands.
If you are without sin, then cast your stone.
But He? He will not let her stand alone.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
June 16, 2016
IN PERIL
This shining city on a hill
Has but a flicker of goodwill.
Our homeland’s in profound unrest;
Precarious as a young stork’s nest.
No longer held in high esteem …
Yet pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
Our brethren’s blood runs through our streets.
Unwelcome history repeats.
We’ve chosen shady and debased
To fill an office that’s disgraced
While haters hate, and schemers scheme.
Still pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
But God grants vision to the blind,
Redeems the lost; restores mankind.
His faithfulness is unsurpassed,
As through it all, His love holds fast.
My hopefulness remains agleam …
While pray’ers pray, and dreamers dream.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
October 4, 2015
Untitled
Ironically
when some gain authority
they lose control.
