Writing Wings For You

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


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Daddy – Please Re-Remember

Missing you…whisper in my ear.

Writing Wings For You

daddy talking with hands

Maybe tomorrow

My daddy

You can somehow

Re-remember

How to form words

And you can tell

Me your stories again.

#fieryverse

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Summer Beauty

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Spiky bulbous heads

show off their summer beauty

Soak the sun all in.

These flowers are the perfect examples of how we change with time and perspective.  I used to think these flowers were the ugliest in my garden.  Maybe it was because they weren’t the intense color of purple that I love…maybe because they look a little weedy on the bottom.  But when I focus my camera lens differently and I look at the flower from different angles, and I really begin to notice…THERE….I find beauty.   If you blow the picture up on your screen, you can see the cool TEXTURE of the middle.  How many flowers have spiky middles and flourish on the outside?  And they grow tall and elegant and stand far above the rest of the crowd.

If I apply this to life, what else would I see if I changed my camera lens and focused on something different?

Glorious, radiant beauty…and gold in every soul.

Happy Sunday my friends,

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Holding a Universe

What a beautiful tribute. Reminds me of my daddy who passed recently. I have his watch too…
(I hope you don’t mind me reblogging this.)

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When he died, he left me his watch.   “To remember our times together…” his note said. His second gift, I found in a small black satin bag, tied with silver ribbon. Inside… a single seed. “So you’ll always know what it feels like to hold a universe,” read the card…but I’ve gotten ahead of my story …he would have hated that.

I grew up with giant. A man I called, “Gi.” Walking on his feet, fluttering though his house, dancing on his toes and planting wildflower seeds in his gardens. “Be gentle” he would say, as we dropped the tiny seeds into the earth.  “You’re holding a universe.  If you plant it and nurture it’s life, it will give it’s life back to you and become the air you breathe and the food you eat…” In one life, he had been a farmer~ in my life, a Grandfather.

Now, every…

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Throwback Thursday – An Old Memory of Home

mud art

When my kids were growing up, there were so many magical times.  Mostly what I loved, is that there was an air of acceptance for all of us.  We were a blended family.  By statistics, we probably shouldn’t have done as well as we had…but honestly, there was so much love in our home.  Love got us through the sticky times.. By many standards, we weren’t perfect…but for each other, we were.

Enjoy my poem of our old childhood home…Three girls and neighbors who loved us.

10893 Montana

Home of oozy goozy mud art

proudly displayed on each child’s belly

and perfect bouffant.

 

Home of last minute backyard campouts

of roasted hotdogs and marshmallows

because our neighbor Ray had made

an “emergency” run to the store.

 

Home of Friday night pizza

dance videos and mini fractured fairytale skits

for a dozen giggly girls.

 

Home of make-shift forts

of bunkbeds and sheets

And “when do you think you’ll be taking that down?

I need to water my lawn.”

 

Home of visqueen and duct tape slip and slides

and neighbors who helped realtors take the signs down

to ensure our stay.

 

Talks over fences

Neighbors mowing our lawns because we were crazy busy

Junior’s eyes dancing with delight as Sophie, our dog,

Accepted his table treasures.

 

Flooding waters making wading pools

Splashing and running carefree through them.

 

No kitchen table…but couch trampolines.

 

Home of 2 families weaving themselves

into one fabric

and clothing themselves

in their warmth and gaiety.

 

10893 Montana

Where mommy is melted on the front porch.