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Tag: Writing

June 6, 2023

STILL

Photo by Keith R. Good

During intensely busy seasons in life, sudden slight ailments can present a crucial stillness … moments to consider that which goes unnoticed in life’s rush.  My ears receive the sound of soft breeze outside my window. Birdsong becomes a symphony, which draws my eyes outdoors. My soul soars to blues in high places. Sparrows in the bird bath splash, relishing refreshing spray. Serenity ensues as my spirit sings praise to my God. Suddenly, I sense words slipping from my mind’s recesses, and I must shape and preserve them before they are lost. So satisfying, this necessitated pause that allows time to stop elusive words from slipping from tenuous grasp.

It isn’t illness
if the stillness that ensues
is life sustaining.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023

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April 20, 2020

Untitled senryu (isolation prompt)

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Image from Pixabay by Gordon Johnson

Until they are brought
together to speak, they’re just
twenty six letters.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

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October 24, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 5

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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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#hockinghills
#frontierlogcabins

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October 22, 2019

HOCKING HILLS AUTUMN 2019 DAY 3

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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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July 25, 2019

WHERE LIES MY INTEREST?

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Photo by Keith R. Good

When I was a child,
I loved to pretend.
The “what” mattered little,
As it was all in the imagining.

As a young adult,
I loved to garden,
Bicycle, and hike.
The “where” mattered little,
As it was all in the doing.

As a now-older adult,
My passions are to
Pray, write, and ponder.
The “why” matters much,
As it is all in the love.

©  Marie Elena Good, 2019

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January 13, 2019

THEN AND NOW

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“So you write your novels, if that’s what you do,
Or scholarly texts, or cerebral world view,
While I write my lighthearted, fun-to-write rhyme,
Then do it again for the ten millionth time.”  ~ Marie Elena Good, 2009

Now sometimes I write some political stuff –
Some downers and bummers, and, oddly enough,
It isn’t dependent on what’s in the news,
Nor spotting and schmoozing with some obscure muse.

What moved me back then and still moves me today
Is the awe of my God – and to this end I pray:
That whatever I write, be it witty or grim,
It will honor my God, and point others to Him.

© Marie Elena Good, 2019

Written in response to the Motivation prompt at Poetic Bloomings:  Write a poem about what moves you to write. 

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May 15, 2016

INVENTION’S FOE (a Sonnetina Tre)

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Photo credit: shutterstock.com

 

What right have I to claim a poet’s heart?
What write have I inside this heart I feign?
What depth of wisdom have I to impart,
Or story that’s not dreary, nor inane?

Perfectionism is invention’s foe:
Methodically it stalls, then stops me cold.
I want to breathe and let the words just flow –
Exhale a poem exquisite to behold.

My only hope to fight perfection’s sway?
Curl up in something soft at end of day.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2016

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May 4, 2015

No ‘author’ity

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No authority
Abandoned spineless blank leaves
No write to be heard

Photo credit:  http://piximggif.com

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