{ I’m Meant for Little Things }

I find myself wallowing in the memory of a handful of recent conversations about motherhood, watching children fly away, and stepping reluctantly into “The Afternoon of Life.”

(That’s a book, given to me by my daughter. I groaned when I saw it, but it’s actually just right for me…and funny, too.)

So, just now I scrawled out a poem — with sappy tears streaming down my face– and my 20-year old son comes in, unaware of my poignant tears, to get something from this room.

“Don’t mind me,” I say. “I’m just writing poetry that makes me cry.”

“Your OWN poetry is making you cry?”

“Yes. I’ll read it to you when I’m done.” 

(Maybe. If you’re lucky.)

I’m Meant for Little Things

Big things? No, I’m meant for little things — 

I’m the tapper of  a traveling stream of a thousand text messages and heart emojis, a hundred “are you almost homes?” and “luv yous”

I’m the tiny-Lego-helmet-finder and the “Where’s my Wallet?” wizard 

 

Big things? No, little things —

 

I’m the finger-mender of the glove that gets lost a day later at the hockey rink

An empty cupboard magician, a juggler of leftovers, and a make-do artist

I’m the queen of laundry

(my royal eyes have seen that same pair of underwear a hundred times)

 

Big things? No, little things —

 

I’m the hopefully-wise-advice-giver

The occasional hugger and everyday love-giver

The rambling-dream-listener —

A tea-maker, sick-fixer, peacemaker

And everyone’s personal spelling coach.

 

Big things? No, little things —

 

I’m piecing together my

slowly-growing-love-mosaic out of

lots of little things

While praying someday

they will all see the Big Picture.

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Photo:  Roman Kraft

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{ Year of the Tooth }

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Root canal, anklyose, braces,

The evidence shows on our faces.

Our teeth have been busy,

The bills make us dizzy,

(But we’d rather have teeth than blank spaces.)

 

I guess it’s worth a few tears

To maintain these choppers for years,

A quality smile

Should last for a while,

Ignore teeth and they’ll disappear.

 

“We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”

~Mother Teresa

 

Photo Credit: unsplash-logoErick Tang

{ Sludgy Sin Pools }

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S ludgy sin pools lurk – trying to

L ure me into leaving the God I love —

U nthinkable! Why choose sludge puddles over the

D eliciously clear, sparkling, flowing, living water that

G race supplies and God gives to His children

E very day through His Word?

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Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirst, let him come to me and drink…” John 7:37

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let that goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above

from the hymn: Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

 

Daily Word Prompt: SLUDGE  

 

{ Poem: Black }

Black rolls slowly over a dirty world,

A merciful covering.

Black is a velvety backdrop

For stars and moon

Black is --

Chunky, ribbed licorice

The best jelly beans

Dark holes

Slick ice

Black was a cloud of deep nothing

Before God filled it up

With creation.

Black is color's friend

And night’s blanket.


© Lisa M. Luciano 😊
Inspired by Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O-Neill

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Word prompt of the day:  Black

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/black/

{ Orange You Glad? }

boris-smokrovic-146294I looked up the word of the day, as I always do

(even though the word was ORANGE.)

I looked up its synonyms and its antonyms

(there were no opposites.)

While browsing, I noticed an opportunity to click on something

(which I hardly ever do.)

There were six words to avoid in writing

(and, I guess, in speaking.)

For my own reminder, I will list them here:

OBVIOUSLY

ACTUALLY

LIKE

HONESTLY

BASICALLY

LITERALLY

 

And, just so I don’t neglect the word of the day,

here is a poem about the word

ORANGE.

It’s inspired by one of my favorite poetry books: Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O’Neill.

Orange 

Child of red and yellow,

This unrhymable and eccentric

Showoff

Shines in the spotlight of

Autumn leaves

Neon

Sports team colors

And blaze orange

Hunting gear

A juicy-fragranced color

Like no other.

Orange.

© Lisa M. Luciano 😊 2017

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Photo credits:

Boris Smokrovic: Butterfly

:Clarisse Meyer: Pumpkins

{ Rainy Day Poem }

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This poetry challenge:  write a poem made up entirely of song titles.  It’s a rainy day today… that was my inspiration.
I hear thunder

Umbrella

Rain, rain, go away

Who'll stop the rain?  

Wouldn't it be nice? 

Impossible...

Hallelujah!

Here comes the sun

(You are MY sunshine)

Rainbow Song

The green grass grows all around

Tiptoe through the tulips

Oh--

Here comes the rain again.

Photo Credit:  Danielle Dolson

{ Do the Next Thing }

mathew-waters-38053.jpgFrom an old English parsonage,
 Down by the sea,
 There came in the twilight,
 A message to me;
 Its quaint Saxon legend,
 Deeply engraven,
 Hath, as it seems to me,
 Teaching from Heaven.
 And on through the hours
 The quiet words ring
 Like a low inspiration-
 DO THE NEXT THING

Many a questioning, many a fear,
 Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
 Moment by moment,
 Let down from Heaven,
 Time, opportunity,
 Guidance, are given.
 Fear not tomorrows,
 Child of the King,
 Trust them with Jesus,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Do it immediately;
 Do it with prayer;
 Do it reliantly, casting all care;
 Do it with reverence,
 Tracing His Hand,
 Who placed it before thee with
 Earnest command.
 Stayed on Omnipotence,
 Safe 'neath His wing,
 Leave all resultings,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
 (Working or suffering)
 Be thy demeanor,
 In His dear presence,
 The rest of His calm,
 The light of His countenance
 Be thy psalm,
 Strong in His faithfulness,
 Praise and sing,
 Then, as He beckons thee,
 DO THE NEXT THING

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{ I Fell Asleep at the Library }

 

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I fell asleep at the library

As I browsed through a dog magazine

I dreamed that my dogsled was winning

The closest race ever seen

What a shock when I found myself wakened

Yelling “MUSH!” to a kid in a chair

I was standing atop a computer

And whipping its cords in the air.

I fell asleep at the library

With Extreme Sports locked in my hand

Exposed on an ice-covered mountain

In a windy and dangerous land

What a SURPRISE I encountered

Returning from Dreamland to see

I was scaling the non-fiction bookshelf

Preparing to climb to floor three.

I fell asleep at the library

While reading a mystery book.

 I slurped on a neon green popsicle

While tracking the trail of a crook

I awoke and the childrens’ librarian

Was staring and glaring at me,

I’d been licking the sides of the pages

(with drool dripping down to my knee.)

I fell asleep at the library

While hearing a pirate tale

Here I am on a ship in my nightmare

And the mateys are hoisting the sail

“How strange,” said one dad to his daughter

(As I look down into the deep)

“He’s walking that line on the carpet.”

(But I’m walking the plank in my sleep)

I fell asleep at the library

Now in a big cozy chair

In my dreams I ran through a forest

Chased by a big purple bear

He grabbed ahold of my shoulder

And opened his mouth real slow…..

But then I heard mom say, “Hey buddy!”

“Wake up now —  it’s time to go!”

© Lisa M. Luciano 2015  😊

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{ Love Doesn’t Jangle }

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L ove doesn’t jangle — noisily drawing         attention

O r pleasing & praising self…instead–

V olleying kindness toward others, it’s not rude, arrogant or resentful,

E ven when others offend.

 

from 1 Cor. 13.

Word prompt of the day: JANGLE

Photo: painted canvas “Love One Another” created by Yankee Belles Vintage Farm Store

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