MARIE ELENA GOOD

“MARIE”  – an acrostic profile poem

eamon and meMERCIFUL.
She finds it easy to be merciful, as she experiences daily the mercy of her God.

APPROACHABLE.
Welcoming eyes and ready smile … not peculiar enough to frighten, nor so lovely as to intimidate.

REDEEMED.
Sinner-deemed-sinless, a debt she can’t pay.

INDEBTED.
Humbly and deeply thankful for parents who taught much, and loved regardless; an abundance of encouraging, uplifting, loyal friends and extended family; and mostly her Creator, whose unyielding love, grace, and mercy breathe her very existence.

ENTHUSIASTIC.
Taught by her father that “Nothing great was ever accomplished without enthusiasm.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~I bring to the garden my birth-month flower:  the Marigold. This simple, understated flower means “winning grace.”

Walt Wojtanik and I also shared a once-upon-a-blog:  Across the Lake, Eerily.  

One of my favorite “duties” (a great privilege) for our site is interviewing other poets and special guests.  Links to each interview may be found in the upper menu, or at this link: https://poeticbloomings2.wordpress.com/web-wednesday-interviews/.

Walt made me change chairs, and HE interviewed ME.  Walt’s Interview with me  9/14/2011

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172 thoughts on “MARIE ELENA GOOD

  1. MAKING EXPLOSIVES

    I’m exactly half Italian, and half Irish.
    One would assume this fusion
    would increase the predilection toward explosive behavior.

    I blew that theory all to pieces.

    Copyright © Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #75: MOTHERLAND

  2. AS I RECALL (haibun)

    Dad was a teacher. Mom was a homemaker, in the truest sense. Their bank account held no vacation funds, I’m certain. They allowed me to accompany my heart-rich, generous aunt and uncle and their kids on vacations of their own. My little home-body heart was comfortable on the road with my extended family, who felt more like siblings than cousins to my sister and me. I got to experience the ocean in Nahant, Longwood Gardens, Hershey, and Gettysburg, PA., and cherry blossom season in Washington D.C. I have memories of Aunt Peg trying to convince a Whitehouse guard that I was Jackie Kennedy’s niece. Though truth-be-told, I’m not entirely certain that is my own memory, or if it simply became real to me as family reminisced and laughed through the years. But even reminiscing about memories that are not truly ours makes for grand remembrance, doesn’t it? Funny how what I love to look back on is not where we went, or what we saw … it is simply time spent with those I love … those who returned to life right across the street from us when our vacations were done.

    to reminisce
    to journey in my mind
    where love leads

    Copyright © Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #76: ROAD TRIP

  3. TAKE IRONING

    Why is it that everything Mom did
    Looked like so much fun?
    Washing dishes, stripping wallpaper,
    Scrubbing floors, hosing down the house –
    She made it all look delightful.

    Take ironing.
    I clearly recall the sound
    Of Mom’s clothes sprinkler,
    As she shook it like a salt shaker,
    Sprinkling water on the clothes
    Before pressing them.
    What fun!

    Oh, the excitement the day she entrusted me
    With ironing Dad’s handkerchiefs.

    Oh, the letdown when the novelty wore off,
    And “fun” transitioned to “chore.”

    Take ironing.
    Please.

    Copyright © Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #77: IT’S A CHORE

  4. MOM

    When I was a baby, my mother was my world.
    No one else could feed me,
    change me,
    hold me,
    rock me –
    No one else would do.
    As a young girl, my world expanded.
    Yet, I missed her terribly if we were apart
    For even short periods.
    As a high school girl, I appreciated
    And respected
    My stay-at-home mother.
    Her grandchildren love her above all.
    Her nieces and nephews value her presence.
    My father tells me that as a mother,
    I remind him of Mom.
    I’ve tucked that notion deep in my heart
    For safekeeping,
    Retrieving it for reassurance
    Whenever I doubt myself.
    I want her to know – to tell her how much she is loved –
    But my brain lacks the words
    My heart possesses.

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #78: MAMA MIA!

  5. Anywhere with Cousins

    Whoever’s house,
    Whichever park,
    Whoever’s porch,
    Whichever street,
    Whoever’s room,
    Whoever’s yard
    Whatever rink
    Whichever pool
    Whatever field
    Whatever pond
    Whatever creek
    Whichever place
    Where we could be
    All together – family.

    (To Patti, Punk, Susie, Carrie, Connie, Shan, Dick, Bobbie, Mary, Jimmy, Barbara, Ray, Jim, Judi, Tom, Lisa, and Chris – with more love and gratefulness than my heart can contain.)

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #79: HANGING OUT

  6. September 22, 1963

    five-year-old eyes watch
    as little boy salutes
    daddy’s coffin

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #80: BIG EVENT

  7. When He’s Gone

    His grandchildren refuse to think of life
    Without their Grandpop.
    He has been there for them

    James Fagnano
    In every way imaginable
    In all the ways
    That make a difference in one’s life.

    I refuse to think of life without him as well.
    He has been there for me
    In all the ways that make a man
    Both a father and a dad.

    He has cheated life
    three times.
    Perhaps hundreds more.

    “God must have more for me to do.”

    Yes, Dad. How right you are –
    More love to give
    More guidance to offer
    More music to make
    More prayers to pray.

    And when he’s gone, he’ll live on.

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #81: JUST WAIT ‘TIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME

  8. RESTORED (for my Keith [Naani form])

    the moment your eyes verbalized
    authentic love
    and my heart learned to be fluent
    in trust

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #82: MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE

  9. (*Sijo)

    Perhaps an only child would once have preferred to remain so.
    Perhaps she grapples still in deep or shallow recesses,
    Never quite comfortable journeying in sister shoes.

    Yet as she treks time’s encounters, does she open her eyes to see
    Herself reflected in those of her sister’s affection,
    And perchance recognize how deeply loved and valued she is.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #83: SIBLING REVELRY

  10. One Mother’s Lament (Haibun)

    Being an admirer of those who glance back yet don’t bemoan, I aspire to do the same. However, this is difficult (read “impossible”) as a mother. I’m thankful for the relationship I have with my now-grown children. There is much love and respect, and mutual enjoyment – and always has been. Yet I think of their junior high and high school years with pangs of remorse for what could have been. Activities, rehearsals, competitions, plays, football games, concerts, time with their friends – much to hamper family dinners at the kitchen table.

    Fast food drive-through runs
    Offer little nourishment
    For heart and spirit

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #84: COULDA, WOULDA, SHOULDA

  11. GIVERS AND TAKERS

    Be watchful of the takers in your life –

    Not every soul a giving heart retains.

    The takers sap our joy and trigger strife.

    My adage, this: it’s she who gives, who gains.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #85: FAMOUS LAST WORDS

  12. SILENT NIGHT

    As cattle low and donkeys bray,

    A worried man begins to pray.

    “She’s weary, Lord, and birth pains loom,

    We need an Inn, but none have room.”

    A stable with a bed of hay

    Affords them with a place to stay.

    She lies amongst the bleating sheep –

    Where there she finds no peace for sleep.

    The hour of our Savior’s birth

    Sweet angel voices sing His worth,

    While Satan howls – himself, enraged

    In knowing that a war’s been waged

    A war the Babe Himself will win –

    To free us from our senseless sin.

    Beneath the sacred star-lit night,

    How silent was that holy night?

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good 2012
    PROMPT #86: CELEBRATION IN SONG

  13. what sweeter dream

    at end of day

    than Babe of peace

    in manger’s hay

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good 2012
    PROMPT #87: VISIONS OF SUGARPLUMS

  14. The View From Here

    Quality writing takes time and heart.

    Submitting takes time, heart, research, and resolve.

    Heart, I have …

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2012
    PROMPT #88: I HEREBY RESOLVE

  15. UNTITLED

    Taste and see the Lord’s goodness –

    His grace will not pass away.

    From the foundation of the world,

    His devotion to mankind was unveiled.

    Since He spoke light into the darkness,

    It has exposed no ordinary cosmos.

    Evidence of His magnificent handiwork

    Defies creation’s denial.

    Taste and see His goodness.

    His grace will not pass away.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #89: FRIENDS WITH WORDS

  16. TRAWL

    Ice melts away
    Gray sheds to gray
    Man feeling tinned
    Casts worth to wind

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #90: PHOTO PROMPT

  17. Nightlight (A poem for wee ones)

    I light your path from bed and back
    So you won’t be afraid,
    Or fall from tripping on the drum
    On which today you’d played.

    I light your room so you can see
    The photos on your shelf
    Of mom and dad and gram and gramps,
    And of your smiling self.

    I light your bed so you can see
    Your favorite teddy bear
    Your pillow, blanket, she ts, and soft
    PJ’s you chose to wear

    I light your night so you can see
    The shadows on your wall
    Are outlines of the things you love –
    Not menacing at all.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #91: IT IS ALIVE!

  18. sparrow

    take time to observe
    and rediscover this:
    common
    does not equal
    nothing special.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #92: GONE TO THE BIRDS

  19. IF THE WHOLE WORLD WAS SILLY
    Inspired by Shel Silverstein’s “If the World Was Crazy”

    If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d eat?
    Worm Fettuccini, right off of the street.
    Some caramelized whiskers of catfish today;
    Tomorrow, perhaps a nice leather fillet.
    A handful of gravel from Mr. Green’s drive,
    With honey bee’s knees from an elephant’s hive.
    Gallons of hazelnut-chocolate-bean chili.
    That’s what I’d eat if the whole world was silly.

    If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d wear?
    An upside-down tuba, and one for a spare.
    A glove on my foot, and two socks on one hand,
    Yesterday’s junk mail; fresh peach skin (or canned).
    My big sister’s homework, my Uncle Jim’s lures,
    And maybe that G.I. Joe lunch pail of yours.
    Oversized dentures from Great, Great Aunt Milly.
    That’s what I’d wear if the whole world was silly.

    If the whole world was silly, you know what I’d do?
    I’d unzip the sky to let hippos skip through.
    I’d hop into books, and I’d flip through my bed.
    I’d butter my face, and smooth lip balm on bread.
    I’d plant fish from seed, and teach star fruit to swim.
    Then I’d color each glare with a nice shade of dim.
    Everyone’s name would end with “The Frilly,”
    If I was the queen, and the whole world was silly.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2009
    PROMPT #93: THE CHILDREN’S HOUR

  20. Uh-oh, Scorpio!

    Scorpio’s my sign,
    And I don’t mean to whine,
    But I found just one trait
    To which I can relate.
    Observant? This is laughable.
    Detached? No, I’m quite affable.
    Front-runner? Thanks, but that’s not me.
    Ambitious? Little energy.
    Power, strength, strong will, and passion?
    Most of these in minor ration.
    Secretive? Mysterious?
    Oh please – you can’t be serious.
    But then they mentioned “loyalty,”
    The only trait depicting me.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #94: SO HEY … WHAT’S YOUR PROMPT?

  21. UNREHEARSED THIRST

    A sip of water was fodder for ranting. Slanting toward screwy, this hooey distracts from the facts, be they left or right. Polite society allows a variety of thought, and we ought to connect and respect. To be precise – fight nice.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #95: READ IT IN A MAGAZINE

    Marco Rubio’s Water-Bottle Moment, posted by Ian Crouch: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2013/02/marco-rubio-water-bottle-moment.html

  22. A LITTLE GIRL’S DREAM

    She dreamed of grace through ballet –
    Tulle layered to below her calf
    Satin ribbon crisscrossing at her ankle
    Waltzing on toe.
    Ballet was offered only paired with tap,
    For which she had no desire.
    No desire until she acquired a taste
    For black patent leather shoes.
    Became enthralled with
    Brush step, patter tap
    Clicking rhythm
    On hard surface beneath her feet.
    Decades later, as she sees herself
    In elderly women who
    Shuffle
    Lumber
    Trudge,
    She once again dreams of grace.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY PROMPT – IMAGISM

  23. VOICES

    Unable to distinguish a thought
    A voice
    A word
    A frame
    A syllable
    Alone in a sea of conversation

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #96 – WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS

    “Alone in a sea of conversation” from Erin Kay Hope’s TRUE BRAVERY (Imagism form)

  24. Rosie’s Book of Monster Love (a Rubáiyát for little ones)

    On a page where monsters lurked,
    Underpaid and overworked,
    Unacknowledged, unasked-for,
    Feeling useless, sad, and irked

    There amongst the story’s snooty
    Characters of empty beauty
    Overvalued, charmless types
    Moral character off-duty

    Lived delightful little Rosie –
    Chatty, she, and very nosey.
    She transformed the monsters’ page,
    Made it colorful and cozy,

    Summoned monsters, large and small,
    Left out not-a-one at all,
    Made them tea and cakes to savor
    Oh, those monsters had a ball!

    Rosie held each monster tight,
    Loved “so much,” and took delight
    Being cuddle-loved by ogres
    On the page devised for fright!

    Rosie spread her arms out wide,
    “All friends here!” she beamed with pride.
    As each page turned eagerly,
    Rosie’s love spread story-wide.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

    (In honor of my just-turned-two granddaughter Sophie [aka “Rose” and “Rosie”]. When she loves a toy, she squeezes tight and says “SO much! SOOOOO much!” She also often spreads her arms wide as described in my poem, as if to pull all of us in the room into her arms, and exclaims, “All friends, here!” while she just beams with delight. We have no idea where she gets this stuff. 😉 The love of our lives, for sure!)

    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – Rubáiyát

  25. UNTITLED

    Hot tea
    roaring fire
    soft robe, warm from dryer
    smooth jazz
    hot bath
    hand-in-hand, strolling path
    good read
    white wine
    heavy snow on soft pine
    porch swing
    easy chair
    deep pillow
    earnest prayer

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good -2013
    PROMPT #97 – TRUE SILENCE

  26. Relatively Speaking (a haibun)

    Before the sun rises, he starts his day with strong coffee and a shot glass. He is soft-spoken and trustworthy; never lewd nor aggressive. Incompetence is not in his nature. From dark to dark, he drinks hard, yet works hard – finding solutions where others stumble; aiding those in need, giving no heed to whether they be angel or devil, “deserving” or not. He battles his own demons, and judges not his fellow man.

    I’ve never known him
    Not inebriated,
    Yet never known him drunk

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #98 – MEAN WHAT YOU SAY, SORT OF…

  27. Haiku

    Who decided grass
    Should grace everybody’s lawn?
    Moss keeps itself cut.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #99 – GOD’S GREEN EARTH

  28. MY LORD AND SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST (A Kyrielle Sonnet)

    Creator, Father, Lord of all,
    Your Son submitted to Your call,
    Abandoning His throne above,
    How can I best express my love?

    His sacred hands nailed to a tree,
    He bore my punishment for me –
    An act I am unworthy of,
    How can I best express my love?

    He conquered death, that I might live –
    A gift that only He could give.
    God’s Son again enthroned above,
    How can I best express my love?

    Creator, Father, Lord of all,
    How can I best express my love?

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – KYRIELLE SONNET FORM

  29. VOICES IN THE GARDEN

    Come sit beside me in the shade of living canopy.
    Close your eyes. Soak in the rhythm, romance, and whimsy.
    Wrap yourself in the serene embrace of graceful, fluid form.
    Let the breeze of the lush and lyrical lift, and
    Carry you above the stress of sweeping strife and discord,
    For none can be heard in this garden of validation.
    You will find no boundaries, no borders, and no barricades.
    Come scatter your seeds, then watch them grow and thrive,
    Mingling with the bold, the melodious, the witty, the sober.
    Your voice is not only welcome, it is passionately celebrated.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #100 – CELEBRATION OF THE CENTURY

  30. DAVID

    He considers profoundly
    The beauty before him,
    Knowing she belongs to another.
    He uses his authority to order her
    Husband
    to the front lines.
    He feels no remorse
    For death in war is honorable.
    Yes?
    Besides,
    What does it profit a man

    If the perks of royalty elude him?
    He is convinced his king-heart is selfless;
    That his royal power is used
    For the wellbeing of his people,
    And not as a means
    To gain the world

    And all therein.
    He seeks only what is best for this
    worthy creature.
    Surely he could give her what Uriah could not.
    Surely for this precious gem,
    Uriah would be willing to give
    his life
    And forfeit his soul.

    Independent Message:
    What does it profit a man
    To gain the world,
    And forfeit his soul?
    (Mark 8:36)

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

    Bummer. The comment sections won’t hold the formatting. I have to admit that this was one of the hardest forms I’ve ever attempted.
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – LINE MESSAGING

  31. Risen, Indeed!

    Pondering the blood-drenched tree
    There but for His mercy, me
    Tear-stained face, I bow the knee
    Hallelujah! He is risen!

    Low, for me His blood was drained
    Love entombed, yet not contained
    Absolution, as ordained
    Hallelujah! He is risen!

    © Copyright Marie Elena – 2013
    PROMPT #101 – WHICH CAME FIRST – THE RABBIT OR THE EGG?

  32. GIVE ME EYES TO SEE

    To look into another’s eyes
    And truly see the soul that cries –
    The fear and angst on which it feeds
    The love that lost, the heart that bleeds
    The expectation that misleads
    The loveliness beneath the needs
    The strength behind the smallest deeds
    The blooms among the choking weeds.
    This trampled soul with courage tries
    Beyond what meets the eye implies.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – DUO-RHYME

  33. Inhabiting Moments

    There was a day when life moved at the speed of carriage; when intimacy waited for marriage. Evening meals were planned, prepared and, following prayer, shared.

    Dim the light.
    Rewrite the greed.
    Linger.
    Proceed
    Gently though the years, before time disappears.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #102 – EKPHRASTIC POETRY (PHOTO PROMPT – PHOTO BY MARJORY M. THOMPSON)

  34. Tap spring patter step
    Raindrops on a tin roof stage
    Gratis performance

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #103 – APRIL SHOWERS

  35. here, but for the grace of God …
    I’m told I should pray for this one.
    And yet, I don’t know if I can.
    For how does one pray for a man

    Who’s done what this evil one’s done?
    His victims? Will they pray for him,
    Through losses of life, and of limb?

    My God, did You send Your own Son
    To die for this wicked man’s soul?
    To kill, maim and mar was his goal.

    I’m drawn not to pray, but to shun.
    Forgive me, I’m lacking in grace –
    My prayers are dishonest and base.

    My God, yes, You gave up Your Son
    Who willingly donned human skin,
    Then died for my own dreadful sin.

    Please give me Your heart for this one,
    And all who, like him, are misled.
    Without You we’re (all of us) dead.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – CONSTANZA

  36. “The pourer is considered the guardian of the teapot, which implies sterling social graces and profound trust.” ~ Mike Lininger (Editor, Etiquette Scholar)

    TEA PARTIES WITH TOM

    Growing up together
    Play clothes and bare feet
    Giggles galore
    Teensy Dixie bathroom cups
    Grandma’s garden hose
    Sipping “tea”
    Distended tummies
    Little ones
    Bathroom runs

    Decades flee
    Family gatherings
    Memories revisited
    (Teasing notwithstanding)
    We’ll never live it down
    Giggles galore
    You pour

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #104 – TIME FLIES

  37. even the eagle
    is unable to soar
    until it is free

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #105 – EKPHRASTIC POETRY

  38. “Selfless” Tableau

    Three sets of blue eyes
    Three smiling babies
    Fed, bathed, and PJ’d
    Three cuddled angels

    Two arrived today
    Temporarily
    Taken in by you
    And the spacious heart
    You wear on your sleeve.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – TABLEAU

  39. COME WITH ME (3,3,2 pattern)

    Though I fought,
    In the end, I was caught.
    Ensnared by your captivating line,

    Infatuated, and wanting you to be mine.
    Yet, this I know: Although this land for you is fine,
    I prefer my breath beneath the sea.

    A mermaid must be free.
    Come with me.

    Copyright © Marie Elena Good, 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – TROIS -PAR-HUIT

  40. I Don’t Get It.

    My dad used to say (as he’d smirk with delight)
    “Don’t tell her a joke on a Saturday night –
    Or you’ll be the cause of her serious gaffe when
    Sunday in church, she is bustin’ up laughin’!”

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #106 – NOW THAT’S FUNNY!

  41. The Joy of Writing

    They say there’s something to be said
    For having shelves of books you’ve read.
    I’d rather they were books I wrote.
    What ere it takes I will devote, and forge ahead.

    What ere it takes? I can’t immerse
    Myself into this universe
    Of dull research I must weed through.
    So to my heart I will be true — I’ll write light verse.

    Copyright © – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – FLORETTE

  42. Ode to Meanie Earl

    Meanie Earl made me “oar”
    More and more and more and more!
    Meanie Earl, I do agree
    I am, I am a leaner me!

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #107 – WHAT’S IN A NAME?

  43. A Measly Poem

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    If I had the measles,
    I’d give them to you.
    Then we’d both be sick
    Doing, what do you think?
    Just scratching our heads
    Writing po-ems that stink.

    You think THIS is shamelessly
    Bad and oblique?
    Well check out the po-em
    I posted last week!

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #108 – WRITE A BAD POEM

  44. “A cord of three strands is not easily broken.” ~ Ecclesiastes 4:12

    ONE (Choka)

    A cord of three strands
    Is not easily broken
    As two become one
    In the eyes of God
    Woven, entwined, interlaced
    Sustained by His might

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – EPITHALAMIUM

  45. SPAMMER

    Sincere
    Indebtedness
    And appreciation
    For how pertinent my viewpoint
    Is to you in this moment.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – APPRECIATE

  46. Almost Home

    The sun peeks in the train’s window
    Where I found sleep
    sound and deep
    awakening me to its rising
    over bean green or wheat brown
    acres
    red barns
    white or brick farm houses
    picket fences
    my heart senses
    I’m almost home.

    © Copyright – Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #110 – MONUMENTS AND LANDMARKS (Written on the train on my way home from Brooklyn)

  47. WAGING WAR

    Her strength is weakly veiled
    To those who know her well
    And see the utter hell
    With which she is assailed
    In every breath inhaled;
    Concealed in every cell.

    Decisions made with grit,
    That wells from depths unknown
    To shake her to the bone,
    And yet she doesn’t quit.
    To this, I must admit:
    I place her on a throne.

    Her angels battle on;
    Triumphant swords are drawn.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – HEXSONNETTA

  48. Patricia’s Summer (a haibun)

    Though it was November and quite chilly for the locals, its touch and texture was summer to Patricia as she walked the early morning beaches of Naples. She strolled leisurely, taking mental note of individual grains of sand as they caressed her toes. She considered the beached sea kale, noticing minute nuances of emerald tones. She bent to pick up a particularly lovely shade, when she spotted a baby seahorse — no longer alive, but perfectly formed. Patricia coddled her in her palm, contemplating whether or not to return her to the gulf of her birth. Instead, she wrapped her in sea kale, and placed her in her pocket with coquina and golden olive. She smiled as she recalled lessons learned on Belmont as a child – lessons of the Calusa “Shell Indians.” Her childhood friend, Summer, loved to learn and speak of early Indian tribes. She was the one who had introduced Patricia to this little-known tribe. Now here she was on their beaches, far from her northern roots — farther still in distant time and culture. Stroking the smooth shells in her pocket, she pondered these resourceful shell seekers, and mourned their extinction.

    Returning home, Patricia re-opened a letter from Summer, to which she had not taken time to respond. She reached for the ornate treasure box Summer had made for her years ago. In it, she placed her letter, the shells, kale, and seahorse, a dozen grains of beach sand, and her obituary. She placed the box on a sun-dappled shelf, and marked it “Forever Summer.”

    Branch beyond your roots
    Be mindful in the present
    Gather memories

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #111 – PUZZLE PIECES

  49. “Our truest life is when we are in dreams, awake.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

    If success…

    is measured by pleasure
    that graces wee faces;
    the glee you see as they adorn the knee
    of the one who will read and quench their need
    for story in rhyme, and take the time
    to let small fingers linger and point
    and think it a treat to repeat and repeat
    the giggley, squiggely words for the wiggley
    who can’t get enough of her picture book stuff,
    then yes, she’s been blessed with the grandest success.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #112 – MUST-READ POET

  50. LISTEN

    It’s me again, and things look bleak.
    I just can’t cope. I’m deeply stressed.

    My child, can you hear me speak?

    I’m sad, alone, and so depressed.
    Can You not hear my grave request?

    My precious one, I’m always near.
    I’ve got your back – release your fear.

    Can You not hear me when I pray?
    My prayers are urgent and sincere!

    You’re mine. I cherish what you say.

    “Be still, and know that I am God.” ~ Psalm 46:10

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET – DIALOGUE DIZAIN

  51. SOLO

    He lingered a good long while in the doorway where she stood, looking confused and forlorn those last moments they had spent together. A blur of self-doubt, she begged an explanation. He had none. He didn’t mean to hurt her. Simply, he had gotten a taste of regret. A taste – an insignificant sip – was all it took to leave remnants of love tossed to the wind to scatter like thistledown? And now, a new and permanent supply of regret seized and overwhelmed him.

    He stepped clear, closed the door, and locked it behind him.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #113 – HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER

  52. UNCLE

    I think I’ll cry uncle this time.
    I’m not in the mood to make rhyme.
    My feet are disjointed,
    Iamb disappointed.
    My meter’s demanding a dime.

    My quatrain’s off track
    What would it entail
    To get it pulled back
    So it won’t derail?

    I’m a poor poet
    I can’t afford the syntax –
    All my verse is free

    I’m just in the mood
    To sit here and brood.

    An unassuming voice eerily orbits the tranquil moon: “Uncle.”

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – DESCENT

  53. UNTETHERED

    Fear of height
    Kept clouds at arms’ length
    But so too sun’s warmth;
    Moon’s romance.
    Grounded and star-struck,
    She grew wings
    Snipped cords
    Took flight.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    PROMPT #114 – IMPROVISE, ADAPT, AND OVERCOME!

  54. ODE TO A MENTOR

    The yellow brick road loosely resembles
    Sweet corn,
    Acres of which thrive
    Wholly due to his vigilant presence.

    Remarkable sentinel
    Fearless defender
    Tireless escort

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – ODE

  55. MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT

    in this house
    barren floors
    drafty doors
    empty drawers

    love expressed
    kindness stressed
    richly blessed

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    PROMPT #115 – IN THIS HOUSE

  56. THERE, THERE

    He longs to retire in the tropics
    With white sugar sand and sea
    Even though she prefers white of snow
    And he knows she will never agree.

    She longs for falling crystalline flakes
    And snow-laden trees outdoors.
    She prefers white of snow, even though
    She treasures hand-held walks on the shores.

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – ZANILA RHYME

  57. IF YOU WISH YOU WERE A STAR

    To the lovely classic “When You Wish Upon a Star” by Leigh Harline [melody] and Ned Washington [lyrics]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQTzO2eRwwE

    (To be sung softly, dreamily, wistfully; with your hands clasped together near your heart, for effect… )

    If you wish you were a star
    First consider how bizarre;
    Paparazzi all around
    Would stalk,
    and hound.

    Would you be a Meryl Streep?
    Jacqueline Bisset of “The Deep?”
    Ravishing Miss Leigh of “Streetcar?”
    Rose – anne – Barr?

    (Bridge)
    Fate is kind
    She left me disinclined
    To live like actresses
    Before the mass – es.

    So, consider my advice
    Stardom is not paradise.
    When you look at me, foresee
    Ob – scur – i – ty!

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2009
    PROMPT #116 – I’VE HEARD THAT SONG BEFORE

  58. FIVE AND DIME

    Women’s house coats, puddle sail boats, Thermos® lunch totes, aprons (frilly),
    Ten-cent laces, pencil cases, flower vases, Wooly Willy.

    Good-n-Plenty, spend a penny, comics, many very funny!
    Party favors, sweet Life Savors (just five flavors), Bit-O-Honey.

    Penny candy sure was dandy, Just ask Randi! She would know it!
    Just old time’n, Five-n-Dime’n, fun’n rhymin’ In-Form Poet!

    © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – RHUPUNT

  59. STRAIGHTFORWARDLY YOURS

    I gather you’d rather slather the matter with blather than merely verify and clearly clarify the grand plan at hand. I don’t understand. Must you be contiguously ambiguous? Profusely abstruse? Contentiously pretentious? For heaven’s sake, give us a break! Be frank and clear, like me right here!

    © copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #117 – BAFFLED

  60. Carry On.

    “I read poetry to save time.” ~ Marilyn Monroe

    If time stood still, would I continue on?
    Would forward movement cease then to exist?
    Could sun and moon be viewed from dusk to dawn,
    And deadlines not be met, yet not be missed?

    We all kill time
    All the time
    All the time
    Marches on.

    I have so many questions in my heart,
    My mind cannot begin to comprehend.
    As minutes tick, I steal away to think:
    If time stood still, would I continue on?

    © copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET – DORSIMBRA

  61. Little Sophie’s Newest Fascination

    She gets out her toolkit –
    Complete with pliers, wrench,
    Screwdrivers, hammers,
    Paintbrush, and bubble gum.

    Bubble gum?
    Staple gun actually, but hey,
    Whatever works. 😉

    © copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    PROMPT #118 – WORKING, WORKING

  62. “Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” ~ Aldous Huxley

    SARCASM (Mirror Oddquain)

    Say
    What you want.
    Believe what you must.
    Why should you be concerned with
    Truth?
    Truth
    Be (un)told,
    It’s not a factor.
    You will say what you want to
    Say.

    © copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – ODDQUAIN

  63. Home Again (Belmont Avenue)

    “May I help you?”
    I don’t recognize the stranger addressing me
    From the porch
    Where I used to color with my cousins
    Swing in my pajamas
    Play with paper dolls.

    I respond with an apology
    For walking into the backyard
    Where I used to play tag with my cousins
    Catch summernight fireflies
    Lay in the grass, spotting castles
    In the clouds.

    I tell her this is my
    Used to be
    My home.

    “Would you like to come in?”
    My heart pounds. I decline,
    Then quickly change my mind.
    Yes. Yes, please.

    As I walk in, I’m overcome with emotion.
    Much is the same.
    Some is different.
    Everything seems smaller –
    Everything but the love.
    The love looms large,
    Reaching through the decades
    To embrace,
    Remind,
    Confirm.

    © copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    PROMPT #119 – LOOKING BACK

  64. FREEDOM

    Concrete and steel may be reduced

    Eternally to scrap and ash
    By those whose souls would be seduced

    To fashion madness, unabashed.

    But hatred cannot silence love

    Nor quell a hero’s bravery,
    And would procure the freedom of

    The heart ensnared in slavery.

    © copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – GOETHE STANZA

  65. “On October 27, 1967 I met with my mother. She’d been dead since September 30, 1959. At 8:00 P.M. local time, Con Thien, Vietnam, as artillery shells landed within inches of my position with the Third Marines, my world, my body and my mind explosively turned upside down and inside out.” ~ Daniel Paicopulos

    THIS IS WHAT VALOR LOOKS LIKE

    What do I know of my mother

    f
    a
    l
    l
    i
    n
    g

    D e a d

    at my teenage feet.
    What do I know of being
    blown

    a*p*a*r*t

    in body and spirit
    at the hands of an enemy
    I didn’t choose.

    What do I know of channeling
    raging pain
    into charity for my fellow man.

    What do I know of love,
    benevolent and boundless,
    born of anguish.

    What do I know of smiling
    eyes
    lips
    heart
    for every being in my path.

    What would I know of heroism,
    but for you?

    © copyright 2010, Marie Elena Good
    PROMPT #120 – MAKING A LIST

  66. DING DONG DITCH (EXACTLY LIKE POEMING, ONLY DIFFERENT)

    Knock knock. Who’s there? Clogyrnach. Who?
    Knock knock Clogyrnach, where are you?
    Knock knock, weirdly stalked
    Keep your front door locked.
    “Clogyrnached!”
    Verb? Who knew?

    © copyright 2010, Marie Elena Good
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – CLOGYRNACH

  67. VOWED

    I whispered, “I am too young”
    So softly, it escaped hearing
    Understanding
    Meaning.

    So lightly, it drifted
    Wafted
    Vanished,

    Exchanged with
    “I do.”

    First line from “Brown Penny” by William Butler Yeats

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    PROMPT #121 – SEED LINES

  68. SOPHIE, AND A BALLOON NAMED BUMPER

    I love to watch her heart unfold –
    Enthusiastic little soul
    Who loves her purple stringed balloon
    As though it loves her in return.

    Adoringly, she named her “friend.”
    Precocious little two-year-old
    And tethered buddy “Bumper” play
    Together, and she’s sure he’ll learn

    To speak and sing; laugh uncontrolled.
    She also knows without a doubt
    That she’ll reach out to grab a hold
    Of Bumper’s string some afternoon –

    Then sprinkle pixie dust of gold,
    And fly together to the moon.

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – BREF DOUBLE

  69. FAST DANCE, MY PANTS!

    You all know a gal named Marie
    Mid-fifties and white is she
    She makes no exception
    For ball or reception
    She just can’t cut loose and be free! 😀

    © copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    PROMPT #122 – INVITATION TO THE DANCE

  70. JUST TEEZIN’

    My froes are tozen. I would have chosen to teeze my hair, but there are wiglets nesting there. You may not care, but the wiglet is rare, so I’ll deal with my tozen froes (and not expose my sniffifigant nose).

    © copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – AMPHIGOURI

  71. of luster and longing

    morningstar of heaven
    beauty and power granted freely
    by He who gave you being

    born of light
    fallen of greed

    insatiable thirst
    for unmerited
    omnipotence

    can we shepherd the stars?
    no – nor harvest their brilliance
    to exploit the grandeur inherited
    from the God of their conception

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    PROMPT #123 – GLITTERING STARS

  72. GRIMM VISION

    She reads the chart ahead of her
    That does not lead her to his heart –
    Her path remains an aimless blur.
    Yet she recalls the fairy tales
    Where prince proposed, and love prevailed.
    She’ll pick and choose from Brothers Grimm,
    And forge a path that leads to him.

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – SARABAND

  73. “But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?” (Don Black’s To Sir with Love)

    TEACHER (For Dad with love)

    Students from yesteryear gather to honor him.
    I see the pride well and spill.
    Not arrogance or superiority, but a grounded wonder
    As he processes the ripples initiated
    By his long-passed presence in their lives.

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    PROMPT #124 – EKPHRASTIC POETRY

  74. MARIE ELENA’S TETRACTYS

    JUDGED

    Don’t
    Assume
    “Disabled”
    Is visible.
    Some disabilities hide beneath masks.

    © copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good
    IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – TETRACTYS

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