photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – all rights reserved 2016
Daisies photo by Marie Lukasik Wallace – All rights reserved 2016
My Lovelies
Sunflowers and Daisies
By Marie Lukasik Wallace
Heart centered lovelies
Lovely arms flung open wide
Open to give to their tippy tips
Open to receive deeply
Being and flinging
Joy
Ahhh…we have so much to learn from these lovelies.
We have a Poets for Peace project going, and this poem is from a friend of mine, Gloria Escobedo Delgado. Enjoy.
The wonder of it all
Upon arrival we walk to our favorite spot
As we have done so many times before
The sun with all its glory soon fades away
In its place black clouds come creeping in.
As if on a mission they’ve blown in overhead quietly and unnoticed
Instantly the sky is covered in night
In the distance shadows and sprinkles of twinkling lights
Stars, above all around then one by itself strong and bright
Some in formation as if at attention
Others – hundreds, the likeness of many loose diamonds
Delicately shimmering so very distant – lifetimes away
Before me is water as far as the eye can see
An ocean so vast so big so proud with its mighty waves
The water seems to go on forever
until into the bottom of the sky it respectfully tucks in its skirts
Choppy waves clap and flap then away they rush again
It is a windy night
The smell of salt water in the air
Out goes the shrimp clinging tightly to the hook
Destined for the perfect catch
Hello Mr. Sand trout
A golden beauty up late!
The seagull flutters by laughing dipping but not finding
He wont give up though
He knows all too well that soon he’ll get his.
Upon a happenstance I look up
What is it moving so quickly barely catching my eye
Oh wow a shooting star!
Look, darling! A shooting star!
O wait- its gone
how quickly it vanished almost as a vapor.
Then I ponder on all this beauty.
And think of the whole world of beautiful places I’ve yet to see
Alas many lifetimes could not suffice!
Looking around busied bodies about their business
Can it be true no one stops to take in the beauty
Then I wonder if per chance a person might say
That all these elements just happened per chance
Burning embers landing somewhere through flight?
In no way could one thus say!
Wait!!! Look up, look around for the very things of this earth
They testify of a Creator.
Alas, alas to no avail
No one cares to seek, to find, to know
So much beauty in life and still the word resounds in my head
The fool has said in his heart there is no God.
Awake to life, get to know the Creator, enjoy His creation
and the wonder of it all.
My body is restless
My tongue caked and aching with
an unquenchable thirst
for Peace.
Until every voice is heard
until our homes and communities
are compassionate
and loving
Until our sisters and brothers decide that
it is not about competition
but our hearts uniting and expressing
in collaboration
Only then
only then
will my tongue be satisfied
and my body at rest.
My heart continues to look for peace, and I will do all i can with word and deed to promote peace. I truly believe this energy can radiate forward.
Namaste. #poetsforpeace
Texture rich environment
Fills my curiosities
DELIGHH
As you can see, there was texture from top to bottom…everywhere you looked. Because the restaurant was so full, and we were with guests, i couldn’t get a few of the elaborate fish tanks and a few other wicked cool textures….but you get the idea!
What’s in your world? Show me!
You can also see more when you hop on over to Narami for more delightful textures.
Have a GRAND week.
Marie
poem & image copyright 2016 Marie Lukasik-Wallace
Here is some of our contributions so far. If you feel inspired, add it to the comments, and I will add you in! Hope you are living poetry and enjoying the New Year!
TAKE TIME
take time to be grateful
take time for smiling
Take time
to be of the earth,
let it nourish you
soak its sweetness in your bones
Take time
To be of the water
Let it drop on your tongue
And quench your insatiable thirst
Take time
To gather around the fire
Let family and friends
Warm your heart and soul
Take time
to fill your lungs
breathe in mindfulness
Let out peace
Take time
To just be…
When I pause
and take my time
to pay attention
to those things presented
to my mind
I find
as I grow older
left out more often
in moments colder
fewer stand by me
shoulder to shoulder.
As numbness creeps
from fingertips
it seems at times as though
I’ve lost my grip.
Once precious memories
begin to slip.
Heartfelt refrains
of Auld Lanng Syne
each passing year a spirit
a little more or less refined
reaching, reaching for that
touch of the Divine
Glancing back at footsteps
melting in the snow
impressions not indelible,
their value I do not know
and I would have someone tell me,
One who took the time
to know
before I go
Despite my flaws
that I tried
not to lead or follow,
but stand alongside
I would like to believe
I will be missed
when it’s my time
for my last sigh.
Take Time
To close your eyes
And listen
To a distant wind
These are my collaborators so far. Feel free to come by any time.
Elizabeth at Tea and Paper; Michael at Poetry Channel; Marie at Writing Wings For You; Equinoxio21
Happy New year beautiful people!
Well my friends, it is a New Year, and what a great way to begin our year with a collaboration. For this one, we are using the anaphora –
Take Time
What I love about this open ended topic is that we can write endlessly from any point of our lives. I can write a stream of consciousness without stopping. No rules! Add your lines in the comments, and I will put them together to make a group poem. No deadline…write what makes your heart sing. What ambitions, hopes, dreams, goals do you have for this bright beautiful year? Will you make more memories with your loved ones? savor time? Take some chances or risks?
I CAN’T WAIT TO HEAR!!!
Here’s one of my contributions:
TAKE TIME
to be of the earth,
let it nourish you
soak its sweetness in your bones
Take time
To be of the water
Let it drop on your tongue
And quench your insatiable thirst
Take time
To gather around the fire
Let family and friends
Warm your heart and soul
Take time
to fill your lungs
breathe in mindfulness
Let out peace
Take time
To just be…
Namaste my friends,
and have a peaceful, joyous New Year.
Marie
This summer as I was traveling across America, we came across this park at sunset in Springfield, Illinois. A serendipitous surprise gift. ..a metaphor for my new life adventure.
Sunset Park twilight
My soul meditation dance
Peace song in color
I can’t wait to continue to unravel my Chautauqua little by little for more of life’s gifts
Ba boom
Ba boom
Ba boom
The tribal beat reverberates through my body
From crown to root
Root to crown and to the heavens
I feel its healing sound
Truth radiating inside
Drummm drummm
Drummm drummm
All souls to center
Inhaling gifts
Exhaling all things
Which no longer serve
Experiencing only this clear present moment
Drummm drummm
Drummm drummm
No longer
is my heartbeat my own
One circle
One tribe
We are home
This is a tribute to Katie Jo and her drum circles for peace and unity.
May her dream of “One Circle, One Tribe” be realized…beginning at World Parliament of Religions.
And here is a link to show you the power of sound….Think of what can be changed with the power of one heart beat. Namaste
p.s. Katie Jo made my drum. The picture doesn’t do it justice to the detail and work she put into it.
I remember last summer
You were sitting at the table
Like so many summers before
With skilled hand piercing
watermelon skin
And with a fluid motion
Began the ritualistic carving
I had seen you do this
Hundreds of times
But not through these eyes
These eyes savoring precious moments
These eyes watching an ordinary act
As if it were extraordinary
You cut it in circles
Then slicing them in half, forming tasty boats
And the knife followed the
Curve of the boat
To free melon from the rind
Then up, down, up, down,
making cubes
on the curved “u” stand
Lightly salted
And a knife stab of a savory chunk
Plopped it in your mouth
How I remember
I hadn’t eaten mine
For I was mesmerized
In the moment
Watching your face light with delight
At each piquant morsel
A sweet summer treat
I did and didn’t know
that would be the last time.
-This post serves as my “I Remember,” a collaboration with fellow writers, and as savoring a precious memory of my daddy.
Sometimes the beauty of knowing that someone is in their last days, you hold on to the how extraordinary ordinary moments are.” Sounds like another collaboration of “extraordinary ordinary.”
You left me breadcrumbs
to figure out your life
put together our sorrows
make sense of your strife
never knew why the door was to stay closed
and locked up so tight
you barely arose
and now you’re on the other side
We are left here wondering
filled with mystery
digging for knowledge of you
knowing no history
couldn’t you have stopped a moment to provide
a trail of crumbs on this side?
Wish there was a way to lift the veil
It seems I knock and knock,
but to no avail.
Poets inspire each other. Sometimes it’s a poem…sometimes it’s a phrase…and sometimes it’s a word like breadcrumbs. Curiosity gets me to write. Where do “breadcrumbs” lead you? Thanks to Poetry Channel for the inspiration.
Writing Wings For You 