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Marie Lukasik Wallace ~ # I LIVE Poetry – I'm passionate about life and writing and all things creative and poetic!


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Ode to Maya Angelou

I am saddened to hear the death of an amazing woman, poet, celebrator of life and living, Maya Angelou. Last week I had just posted a poem I wrote in her honor on her Facebook. She has done so much for us…But a woman like that lives on in each of us…Nemaste my friend.

Ode to Maya Angelou
Maya –
Transformer
Spiritual reality
Messenger of the Gods
So ideally named
Your tragedy evolved strength
You, oh mother of words,
Who transforms women from frailty to power
With spiritual messages from the Gods,
You are love, you are light, you are a living message
To women of the world.
You are acceptance.
You are peace.


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She is a girl

What a most wonderful tribute to women all over the world…but even more so to the Nigerian girls. #bringbackourgirls


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Blogging Tour of the Writing Process


I first met my blogging friend Rhonda Blackhurst on the A-Z tour and really enjoyed reading all of her challenges because she writes passionately and from the heart, and I like that.

Rhonda Blackhurst asked if I could join her on a blogging tour of the Writing Process. I enjoy learning how others write so I can get clues and improve on my own writing process. I can’t wait to hear what works for you! 

 

1.) What am I working on at the moment?

I am currently working on writing my dad’s biography.  He has always been a closed man.  I call him a “vaulted” man.  He has Alzheimer’s and is a recovered alcoholic.  Through various techniques, like Poetry Therapy and my education experience, I am learning more about my dad and developing a relationship with him.

 

Off on the side, I am writing poetry and essays and other fun tidbits to keep the writing muse going.  I’ve always loved writing and getting to know people, so the blogging world has been perfect for me.  I used to do a blog about ten years ago and really enjoyed the community.  I also aspire to do a variety of other book projects that are budding for me.

 

2.) How does my work differ from others of its genre? 

 

My current writing shows a developing relationship between a daddy and daughter, putting aside all the years of heartache and hard roads and differences from living with an alcoholic to forge a new relationship, leading from a soberly life.  I’m also hoping to offer ways for others to assist their loved ones in living a more quality life if they have Alzheimer’s.

 

3.) Why do I write what I do?

 

My dad’s biography began as an adventure to gather some family history and seeking to know him better as a person.  Throughout my life, my dad revealed very little of himself unless it had to deal with the weather or fishing or other activities as part of his outside world.  I found some questions in a book that daddy allowed me to ask which opened a door for us.  Through a lot of patience and tender loving care of my daddy’s feelings and life, he began to trust me enough to work on building his biography.  Through the encouragement of a dear friend, I went from a 3 page essay to taking on the writing of a biography. Writing this way is truly a challenge and an adventure, but I’m truly enjoying the journey!

 

4.) How does my writing process work?

Because my dad is a vaulted man and has Alzheimer’s, it’s a delicate thing to gather information and to write about his life, especially linearly.  Life stories don’t come to him that way.  Often times I will get the same stories over again, but with new details, so I have to really be on my toes. And there are some stories, I can’t seem to access yet.  So, I’ve developed a system of interviewing him daily and taking notes and saving them in folders by category so as to access them later.

If you have questions, please fire away!

Here are some fellow bloggers who have agreed to be on the tour with me.  I know you will enjoy their work.  They are truly personable people  with a passion for writing.  Be sure to visit them when they post their answers on June 2nd!  We have a lot to learn from each other.  Enjoy your day my friends.


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Tastes of Joy – Lessons from a Five Year Old

Many people think I am the teacher; but honestly, when you are the teacher of five and six year olds, you become the student because they really understand what’s truly important in life.  Remember the joy my friends….watch through their eyes. 

 

Taste  of Joy

Lessons from a Five Year Old

All that is significant in life is

The here and now,

What I am doing this very moment

Is the most important thing

And it has all my attention.

If I am painting,

There is no worry for where the paint splatters.

The joy comes from the act of getting it on the canvas,

Spattering, spilling, splashing,

Sloshing and galoshing,

As long as the colors are swished and mixed on the page.

If the music moves me,

Get up and move!

Drum beats on a desk

Scarves in a box

A rhythm from the world outside

Are all grounds to stop whatever I’m doing

And honor the composition.

A friend can pop up anywhere, anytime,

And there is no care

Names are not noted.

Wherever our imaginations takes us

Is the name of our game.

Life is simple.

Life is joyous.

Time stands still and waits for me.

 


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The Messenger

red tulips

For all you out there who are God’s messengers.  Keep fighting the good fight.

 

The Messenger

Look out across

the massive field of

red bulbous tulips,

the same two foot tall structures

row after row.

 

And you,

lone tulip,

head held

one blossom

higher than

the others.

 

You,

face tilted

heavenward,

soaking in

God’s secret messages,

and piping them

to the earth.

 

You,

His messenger,

Remember this

When the sun

beats upon

your tiny shoulders

and you grow

weary of

it’s weight,

may you

find

the strength

to last

a little longer,

for the world needs your healing power.

@writingwingsforyou


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Waiting

Poignant and perfect. We are our own Prince Charming. We’ve been waiting for our best selves all along.

Source of Inspiration


Waiting for Prince Charming,
for lipstick and high heels,
for years to pass,
to reach “the right time.”
Ah, some day….I sigh
with the hopefulness of youth.

Waiting in checkout lines,
for holidays and weekends.
Children soon grown
with children of their own.
Filled with longing, regrets
and “what ifs,” I wait
and wait some more.

Then finally I fall
down the rabbit hole and see
that what I was waiting for
was always in me!

Not before or behind
only within will I find
my soul’s yearnings
for the right time.

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Writing Can be a Rough Road

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Writing Can be a Rough Road

Don’t you wish there were a warning sign like this to point out a “Rough Road” in life?” Not only is there a sign, but a pink flag waving in the wind!

My daughter pointed this sign out to me on our way to school one day. It made us giggle because we were going through some tough times. Lately, the writing road has been a tough one for me….mostly time because my day job, teaching is really busy now. But honestly, the toughest part is working on my dad’s story. Dad is locked up tight inside again.

Alzheimer’s is a nasty beast to the patient and to the families. It is confusing to know what to say and what not to say because they are so caught up in fear and paranoia that often we don’t know what to say. I can’t even hardly talk about what he’s going through on this post for fear that it will get back to him and somehow hurt him. And I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I’m just working for understanding, and writing it to you gets it out of me.

You see, what Alzheimer patients are going through is very very real to them. As my dad’s story unfolds, I realize more and more where his fears come from. He is afraid of people attacking him because he was jumped daily on his way to and from school. He feared for his life often because he knew the guys who jumped him carried knives, and he didn’t know when they would pull one on him.

Rush forward to the present, dad feels this same fear of people wanting to harm him and fearing for his life. Like I said, it’s REAL to HIM. His reasoning skills are waning, so I can’t reason with him about what is real. The most I can do is find ways to comfort him and refocus his energy on positive things. And sometimes I just listen because he needs a way to get the ugly out of him.

I won’t give you details because it will feel like airing dirty laundry. It’s not like that. It’s just that I want you to know there are others out there who understand what you are going through and maybe we can talk strategies together.

Sometimes poetry works with dad because he had such a love for words. And words can be healing. We’ve even written some poetry. For a little while oils like peppermint and orange worked, until he was afraid that the oils were something that would harm instead of help him. Everyone says to use music, but he doesn’t like it and doesn’t have a player. I know through interviews there was music he liked fondly. I’m hoping this summer to bring a CD player with me to visit him with some of those songs to try this out.

The good news is that these episodes go in cycles with some really bad days and then clear days just pop in. I must always be ready because I never know if “today will be the day.”

But I do know this, I never know how much time I will have with him, so I cherish each moment and every morsel of him that is revealed, the good, the bad and the ugly…because he’s my dad…he’s a part of me, and his history is part of me, and I want his grandchildren and great grandchildren to know this man better than the “vaulted man” I knew most of my life. I want to get as many locks off as I can.

Nemaste dear friends. ~Marie