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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Time for a Sweet Release

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It is time

For your sweet release

Let go of this physical world

And embrace the spiritual.

 

There we can talk

We can play dominoes

And giggle

We can be whom

We’ve been all along

We won’t be restrained

We won’t feel frustration

It can be just you and me

Having coffee daddy

 

And your voice will be heard

And it will be written

A legacy embraced

And all will be as it should be

 

It is time.

Time for a sweet release

 

Trapped in a steel cage

Of silence

The tongue clumsy

Derelict of its duty

Unable to serve its master

 

 

 

Trapped

Unable to say

What you want

What you need

To be mad out loud

To say how you feel

Or don’t feel about anything

A mind alert without

A voice to support it

Is just that…

A trap…

So unfair

And cruel, and unusual punishment.

Let go.

It is time.

Time for a sweet release


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Throwback Thursday – A Poem with a Taste Challenge

Let’s try this again! I think this would be super awesome to read your poetry and see your culinary talents…or at least through a family recipe in. We poets are usually creative in more than one area.

Writing Wings For You

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Okay my friends…I was inspired by a poem I read yesterday that involved the tastes of a place.   And food brings about joyous memories with friends and families and those special people we love.  So, here’s my challenge:

Write a poem about the tastes of YOUR place…and then maybe include one of your favorite recipes…it can be from that place your wrote about, or one of your favorite recipes…I think it would be really cool to gather recipes of places from around the world….Then I can wake up and say things like, I’d like to travel to Austrailia today or Georgia, and pull a recipe out and be reminded of you!   Besides, my recipe box needs new tastes!   ENJOY!

Though I live in Idaho now…my strongest memories of taste are from Texas…

So, here’s my poem:

Random thoughts on the Flavors of Texas

I’ll tell you a

half dozen things about

the flavors…

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Postcards for Throwback Thursday – 1946!

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This is a postcard from my Uncle Louis (grandmother’s brother)  to my grand parents.

Postmarked from New York.  I really like the way they colored things back then.  Looks

like colored pencil.   What a treasure to find at my dad’s house!  There are benefits to being a Junkman.   ~  Have a blessed day!


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Happiness of Being in the Moment – Throwback Thursday

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The reason I adore this photo is because it was such a genuine happiness picture.  My husband and I were truly “in the moment.”  The picture was not posed.  My friend took it when we weren’t looking.  We were at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival, which I adore, and we were just happy to be with friends and eating delicious food and laughing like crazy.  They have the most awesome Green Show.  You have to see it sometime.

For a most romantic proposal and another Throwback Thursday & dialogue, go HERE.

And another romantic story HERE.  (except this one was on a Tuesday…hee hee)

P.S.  If you ever go to the festival, be sure to go to the Green Show with the Fool Squad, and brings something fun to eat for them so you can be part of the show.  Oh my, you’ll laugh forever!


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Happy Thursday – ROMANTIC DIALOGUE

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I was challenged to try on some dialogue with a love topic.  My own love story gave me the emotional impetus to write and weave the story.  It was fun!  I challenge you to try it.

It was Happy Thursday, my favorite day of the week.  I jolted to the door in anticipation.  There was a sign on the door, “Enter my queen.”  What surprise awaited me today?  It was Joe’s turn to do the date surprise, a ritual we had been doing for months, the first man to surprise me in return.  The invitation got me nervous with wonder and excitement. I opened the door carefully, almost like a peek, as if opening the door full on would be so overwhelming that I would blow out of my skin. Nothing in the living room as I entered.  Nothing in the kitchen on the counter.  But looking down, there was a pathway which trailed into the master bedroom.  There, on the bed, was the most beautiful full length, ornate, Shakesperian era dress.  The note beside it instructed me to put it on and await his arrivalI get to be a QUEEN!, I thought.  It was every girl’s dream.  As a child, dress up was one of my favorite things to do.  Note to self:  Points to you Joe for hitting that dream spot on.

I slowly drew the dress on so as to savor every moment and not to tarnish this exquisite garment in any way.  I awaited expectantly for my love’s arrival.

A sound of a truck door shutting.  My King had arrived.  When the front door opened, my ears perked to listen for clues to tonight’s events.  Some rustling, and then soon, a shout toward me, “Good evening my Queen.”  (that was me!)  “You may come into the parlor,” he said.  I tried to move with as much grace as I could find…a dress like this called for beauty and style.

I entered “the parlor” and there was my King, elaborately dressed in a rich costume to match perfectly with mine, complete with nice brown tights.  Another note to self:  My man was wearing tights.  And oh, was he handsome as ever.  Look, his eyes are twinkling!

“Are you ready?”  he inquired.

“I think so,” I said with a pause and a small twitch of the jitters and eagerness at the same time.

“You’ll have to wear this blindfold.”  He directed me.

What is he up to?  I wondered.

Before I put on the blindfold, I looked up and saw Joe’s sister, Karren dressed in a chauffeur’s outfit.

“Hello! “ I said to Karren, and she smiled and waved back, “Hello.”   She opened the back seat car door and helped me get all of me in the car without damaging the beautiful merchandise.  Joe sat up front with Karren.  The two of them chatted back and forth, and I just listened, my senses heightened because of the blindfold.  Secretly I was trying to figure out where we were going by tracing the turns like a map in my mind and listening for more clues.  I also paid attention to smells and bumps that might give me clues.  Train sounds, railroad ties, kids playing, slowing down, a double BUMP!  I KNEW where we were!

On our first surprise, I had taken Joe to my friend Rosemary’s house, a beautiful place that overlooked the Kathryn Albertson’s Park, complete with a creek that ran through the yard and a bridge that led to a stunning tea house.  He was going to recreate our date!  I held my excitement inside so as not to divulge that I at least knew part of the secret…I felt like a kid inside!

My car door opened. “We have arrived my Queen. May I take your hand and assist you out?” Joe asked.  I answered, “You most certainly may.”   Then, turning to Karren, “Thank you kind chauffeur for the ride.”  “You are welcome,” Karren replied.

Joe walked me to the courtyard of my friend’s house and removed the blindfold.  It was set up beautifully with the lights on and the rushing of the stream and the sounds of the bugs and birds. Perfect was all I could think of.

“Remember this?”  the King asked.

“Yes, very well. Thank you.” I sheepishly replied.

“Tonight we are recreating the magic of our first surprise,” Joe said.

“I was hoping so,” still containing some of my delight.

Joe walked me across the bridge, and we began recreating our magical night, from the story of The Table Where the Rich People Sit, to listening to Yanni, to eating a nice dinner that he had prepared.  We laughed together and cried sweet cries of joy together and we relished every moment.

It was time to go, but I didn’t want to go.  I wanted to linger here.

Joe took my hand again and began walking me across the bridge. Halfway he suddenly dropped to one knee.

“What?” I thought.  “What is happening?  He’s on one knee!  Is this really happening?  Shouldn’t I have had a clue?  No, because we dress up like this all the time.  It’s what we do.  It’s the marvel and fun in our relationship.  Was I ready for this?  Is HE ready for this?  Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that he was saying that he wasn’t quite ready for next steps?   What is going on? – All these thoughts flashed through my mind in an instant, trying to make sense of this new moment, so very different from the previous moments and definitely different than other moments we experienced.

Joe started, “This place is one of my fondest memories that is why I recreated it. In walking back across this bridge, I want us to enter a new phase of our lives.”  He began fumbling and reaching IN HIS TIGHTS!  He struggled and scrambled, searching for something. Alas, he found the prize, a ring box!

“A ring box? This is definitely something different.  Again, am I ready for this?

 Is he ready for this?”

Joe continued.  “Marie, will you marry me?  I will honor you and cherish you and it would make me very happy to have you by my side.”   Pause.  Long pause.  I was sorting through my thoughts for the correct response, when my heart leaped and answered for me, “YES!!!! I will marry you.”

Joe grabbed me and swung me in circles.  We were both filled with so much joy. We couldn’t contain it all.  Sparks emanated from every fiber of our being.  Our world was on fire.  Nothing could stop the magic that was happening now.  Absolutely nothing.

We walked inside to chat with Rosemary and to thank her once again for allowing us to use her sacred place.  She was grinning ear to ear.  Her response to our joyous faces, “Never did I think you would find someone who would match your quirkiness so well.  Joe is perfect for you in every way.”

“I know!,” I exploded.

And then I turned to Caris, Joe’s daughter, who was also in the room.  She was happy too and hugged us and congratulated us.

How could I possibly hold on to all of this memory?  I want it to last a lifetime.  I stood there in that spot consciously visualizing each and every detail and holding it dear to my heart.  This day would go for eternity.  I just know it.

YOUR TURN:  FEEL FREE TO TRY ON SOME ROMANTIC DIALOGUE OF YOUR OWN AND POST IT HERE!