BRANCHING OUT (AN AMERICAN SENTENCE)
When the time comes to branch out, we mustn’t fear going out on a limb.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: seventeen syllables
January 10, 2021
December 27, 2020
ON 2020
This year destroyed us.
I’ll never be convinced that
We can survive this.
There’s no going back.
I know it. So don’t tell me
Better times will come.
God no longer cares.
Hear me. Do not believe that
God is in control.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
This poem is 3 stanzas. Each stanza has 17-syllables (5/7/5). This is my first ever attempt at a Reverse format poem. (Read the poem from the top line, down … and then read it from the bottom line, up.)
December 18, 2020
UNTITLED 5/7/5
Then, after four years,
the child they’d nurtured as theirs
returned to birth mom.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
It was actually shy of four years, but no matter.
Some people think I am a kind and caring woman. The fact is that I have not chosen the hard roads … the selfless roads … that some I greatly admire, have. It takes someone very special to foster children. It takes someone willing to brace themselves to get their heart ripped out of their chest. Even the possibility of that happening right before Christmas. I’m thankful for those willing to do that. God forgive me, I have never been one of them.
Sam and Ian, just … just, so much admiration. You bring me to tears.
October 22, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 3
I. Keith hikes Old Man’s Cave
while I purchase a notebook
and count syllables.
II. I feel sixty one.
Yet I watch older women
hike in their dress shoes.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
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