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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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One Circle One Tribe

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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.


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The Watermelon – I Remember

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.”


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Breadcrumbs

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.


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I Remember… (COLLABORATION)

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Well my friends, you’ve asked, and here it is.  Our next Poem Collaboration will be using the anaphora:   I REMEMBER

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, any memory that comes to me or focus on a specific age.   No rules!       Add your lines in the comments, and I will put them together to make a gorup poem.  No deadline…write what makes your heart sing.   Did you have favorite toys?  Favorite activities as a child or a teen?  Do you have family memories you’d like to share about your parents, children or loved ones?  I can’t wait to hear them!

Mine:   I REMEMBER


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Magical Miracle

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How difficult that must have been for you to reach from the top of the sunflower all the way to the chair. So unlikely an event and yet here is your thread of life, your tight rope, that is proof that you took the leap, that you trusted, and you made it. If only all of us were as faithful and trusting as a spider.

I’m totally in awe how that spider made such an incredible distance with not much wind.  What a miracle I witnessed today…I’m thinking angels are speaking to me.

(Also, notice the dilemma of my once majestic sunflowers.)


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More Coffee Talk – COFFEE KLATCH COLLABORATION ANYONE?

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COFFEE TALK

Coffee the elixir that soothes the soul
from wretched heartache
or morning out of control

No syrupy sweetness to mask the bold
No fancy flavors for me to hold
Just give me dark roastness
flavor can’t be beat
no icky bitter French
or taste of stinky feet

I’ll take a dash of cream
To rich the richness
Of aroma dreams

But more than this
I would gather up
a friend or two
to share a cup

We are both PERFECT in our IMPERFECTIONS

In response to More Cream in my Coffee over at Poetry Channel.

and If You and I Were Having Coffee with Writing Wings for you.

WE’VE GOT SOME COFFEE POEMS GOING ON.  WHAT DO YOU HAVE?

***The above photo is from an art piece from my textile workshop.  What I love about it is that it’s PERFECT in it’s IMPERFECTIONS just like me at Coffee Talk.


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Open Letter to Little One

Letter to you little one,

You, who was conceived in the most blessed love of two people

You, who only knew love

You, whose spirit

will forevermore be cuddled

between mom and dad

You who left your kiss marks on mom’s belly 

to remind her that

You are her spirit connection to God

so she may always know love.

You, guardian angel, are tiny

But oh so mighty

My friend suffered a great loss of a baby she waited so long to meet.

Her heart is beginning the journey to heal, and she began to write some. I pieced this poem together

from our written conversations.  Never has a little one been loved so much.

May these words heal another mom’s longing heart.