No one knows
As she stands there
Tapping out the rhythm
That she feels herself signing the concepts of songs
It’s a habit
Deep with meaning to her soul.
She feels intense emotion
Tied to the way her body moves
In her mind.
She sees herself doing what she sings about
Though all the while,
Her body doesn’t move outwardly
Doesn’t show signs
Does not make them known.
Her memory of conveying her beliefs,
In a signed language
Are only for her to see
As she remembers standing on a dark platform
Interpreting English words into
A visual dance.
The song is more complete to her
When she hears it
Shows it with all her being
Yet she doesn’t put it on display
Because she doesn’t feel the need
To draw attention.
There is no one there that would understand.
The visualization itself
Brings her closer to her Maker.
Glass and plastic bottles are all he sees
He goes from garbage to garbage filling an oversized bag
Rifling through items that have no value to him
Striving to find as many bottles as he can
All so he can buy his pregnant, also homeless girlfriend,
The cheerios and vanilla ice cream she craves.
I watch him as I hurry
I hear him mumbling this as I walk the last block to work.
I think, “Love comes in many forms.”
And I say a prayer as I open the door to the building
Preparing myself for another work day.
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.
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.
I don’t know what to say.
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
Like each individual droplet of water in a waterfall
They gracefully free fall over the edge
Creating something beautiful
With courage from within
With fear and trust at the center
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
Than you can fathom.
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.
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.
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.
via Daily Prompt: Winsome
A winsome smile
A joyful stride
Character and integrity that truly shines
A soulful spirit with one opaque eye
Living a life courageously in between the lines.