Posted in Mom Life, Palpating Poetry

Summer Night

Indian food, pizza, back porch chats
Bicycle riding down the grassy hill out back
Sunflowers, purple asters, succulents and aloe vera plants
Time with a sister, nephew and daughter
Memories that hold fast.

My sister teaching her niece to ride a bike
Unplanned, lots of laughs

A summer night such as this one
So nice, so relaxed.

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Posted in Lessons He Taught Me, Palpating Poetry

“I Am From” Poem

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For the template I used to write this poem, go to freeology.com. It will give you prompts to write certain things you remember about your childhood, details about your family history, smells, things you heard your family say over & over again in your growing up years. When you finish with that, you click on the create button and read your poem. I wrote it in my sketch pad & added some pictures that make me think of my Italian family. The lemon, slice of orange and a hard boiled egg (though in the picture it’s a fried egg–thought that would be easier to make out.) are a tradition my Great-Grandmother, Angelica, brought to America with her after she and her sister came to America as teenagers. My father keeps it going every year on Easter as a way to remember them and to acknowledge that in life, there’s sourness and sweetness. We all go through it. And then, God brings forth new beginnings.

Posted in Palpating Poetry, Word Wonder

Invisible Ramblings

I don’t know what to say.

I’m speechless.

This happens to me sometimes.

And I wish my ideas of things to say would flow from my mouth like my fingers on a keyboard.

And that my conversation would be as interesting to you as it is to me when I’m writing–

But I’m stuck.

It’s the opposite of writer’s block.

So many thoughts spinning around.

I’m deep in thought.

And it’s strange to even me that I can’t think of a thing to say out loud–

That would be of interest to you.

It all seems so socially unacceptable

And I’m not in the mood to meet your expectations while

Ignoring

Mine.

 

Posted in Lessons He Taught Me, Palpating Poetry, Photo Inspiration

Baptism

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Like each individual droplet of water in a waterfall

They gracefully free fall over the edge

Together

Creating something beautiful

With courage from within

With fear and trust at the center

Falling, colliding

Into something bigger than themselves.

Taking the ultimate plunge

Risking it all for the good

Melding together yet uniquely separate

In tandem with his radiant glory.

New life starts here at the end of yourself–

Standing at the brink of old life and new.

It takes certain strength to let go and fall into it.

Falling into his plan and stepping out of your own

Steals your breath.

Adventure seekers take note–

Don’t miss this

The everlasting waterfall

More breathtaking

Than you can fathom.


Posted in Palpating Poetry

Eyes Wide Open

 

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His hands are soft and always warm.

His body radiates heat no matter what the temperature outside.

His eyes are full of jokes or encouraging words.

He strives to be a blessing to everyone in his life, eager to ease any burdens and ready to join me in my spur of the moment plans.

Together, we live out our faith, explore new places and are regulars at all the local Indian and Thai restaurants around us.

As we’ve grown together, it makes more sense, it’s gotten easier to adapt and we are comfortable in our differences.

We know God has made us who we are individually, there’s no pressure to meld into the other.

Only to become more of who He designed us to be, as a son and a daughter of the King.

Only to understand what God is leading each of us to do and to follow the path He has picked.

This is huge.

I’m so aware of God around us.

I want nothing more than to listen closely to the Father as He reveals the great adventure written for me and written for him.

Posted in Palpating Poetry, Word Wonder

Moments of Shock

via Daily Prompt: Shock 

The look that spreads across your face when a person answers their video phone in their tighty whities..

The feeling you get when you pick up the remote control, deciding to learn how to use your video phone, accidentally connecting to a Sign Language Interpreter that could have been one of your colleagues… and you’re wearing the smallest towel you own..

The moment you remember you had chicken sausage cooking on the stove and now they look like little poops in a skillet..

Or the time you took your daughter to the diner when she was 2 and she dumped an entire bottle of syrup on her pancakes in the 2 seconds you turned to talk to your friend..

It’s the moment you get the news that you got the job you’ve been vying for..

And the second you find out your daughter shares the same shoe size as you..

The night the mammographer tells you that your mammo & breast ultrasound are normal and they don’t need to see you back for a year..

And the morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and breakfast that you didn’t make yourself after how many years??

Oh, the many ways shock comes into our lives, disguising itself as something new.

 

 

 

Posted in Mom Life, Palpating Poetry

Why Do You Run?

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I run because it makes me feel alive

Because I love proving to myself that I can beat my personal time

Because I like to sweat

And I like to feel sore from the hard work

And I like to succeed at doing something that wasn’t easy

Because it feels so exhilarating that I didn’t quit

Because it beats out the stress

And it helps me to enjoy the simpler things when it’s time to rest

And I need that tangible success

I run because it helps me believe I can make it through anything

Because I’m a warrior when I run

Because I prove to myself the fight is still in me when I’m sick

And I believe I can be cured if I live life with a healthy frame of mind

And I know that God is by my side giving me strength to persevere as I unwind

I run because it makes me feel alive

Because He died so I could live life abundantly, not like something in me has died.

 

 

Posted in Palpating Poetry

Raised Body Art

Circling, scaly, dark pink plaquesThinkDrawing

 Dry enigma

Itchy rash?

              ??what is that??

Raised body art or unwelcomed stain

Can’t wash it off

Can’t make it go                   away

Radiating silently

Fading  ever-so reluctantly

Taking cover  or  healing

No-one can really be sure

But    I    live     completely    and     even      rest easy

I know

Who my redeemer is