HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5
Blue Cabin at Frontier Log Cabins.
Silence, except a
crackling fire. Notebook in hand,
thoughts leaking to page.
(c) Marie Elena Good 2019
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pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Thankful
October 24, 2019
October 23, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 4
Remember “Sky Blue?”
For me, it pales to fall’s skies
I call, “Autumn Blue.”
© Marie Elena Good 2019
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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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October 22, 2019
HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 2
Conkles Hollow Rim Trail (200 feet above the floor). Photo by Keith R. Good
Some young couples hike
the rim trail with their babies.
I smile, while cringing.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
October 21, 2019
Hocking Hills Autumn 2019 Day 1
Back to our cabin,
where I found my heart waiting
on the front porch swing.
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November 25, 2018
SONLIGHT
In darkness of cave
Defeater of Grave was born –
a King, unadorned.
In stillness of night,
as prophets did write, a birth –
the Light Of The Earth.
In grayness of sky
and depth of blue sigh, dear one,
delight in The Son.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
May 30, 2018
CEASELESSLY CLOSE (in Cyrch A Chwta form)
Photo from http://www.flowermeaning.com/forget-me-not-flower-meaning/
Seldom did we disagree –
So alike, my mom and me.
Selflessly devoted, she.
I’ve been told I came to be
Through her plea on bended knee.
No one taught me to foresee
That she wouldn’t seem deceased,
Once tomorrows ceased to be.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
November 21, 2016
ONE
Photo credit: Deanna Marie Metts
One heart was freed
One soul was saved
One life unchained
One sentence waived
One died for me
One took my place
One sacrifice
One act of grace
One Holy God
One Trinity
One Perfect Lamb
One thankful me
© copyright 2009, Marie Elena Good
October 4, 2015
SILLY LITTLE LOVE POEM (for my Keith)
Did you notice
That I noticed
You were noticing me too?
Did your eye
Catch my eye
When I eyed those eyes of blue?
Were you touched
When we touched
Accidentally (if that’s true)?
Did you see
That I sighed
As I saw your soul shine through?
Did you sense
The immense
Magnetism, me to you?
Do you know
You’re loved so,
And I’m glad I said “I do.”
June 20, 2015
BECAUSE (Happy Father’s Day, Dad.)
Dad and Mom
Because you love and respect,
I love and respect.
Because you are content with modest means,
I am content with modest means.
Because you cherish simple pleasures,
I cherish simple pleasures.
Because you value my mother,
I married a man who values me.
Because you are loving and just,
I easily see my Heavenly Father as loving and just.
And so, Dad, I love you
just because.
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Just yesterday you received a visit from a yesteryear student. He is not the first to take time from his busy life to travel out of his way to spend time with his once-upon-a teacher. In my opinion, your students were blessed to have been born in a time and location that placed them under your musical direction and life tutelage. They learned what hard work, dedication, honesty, and enthusiasm would do for them.
… and if they were blessed, how much more so am I? And how can I adequately express how deep my thankfulness, respect, and love are rooted? I can’t. But I can write a little poem, and put it out here for you to see and return to if ever you doubt that I see you as a gift from my heavenly Father Himself. Always.
