Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Her Name is Ruby

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She’s pensive. 

He wonders if she’s unhappy with the long stem red roses. The florist had assured him that all women loved red roses. 

She seems deep in thought. 

He was hoping for a big smile and the touch of her soft hand on his. Instead, I’m feeling the Cabernet slide down my tightly muscled throat. Dating is difficult, but meeting for the first time in person instead of on Face Time felt awkward.

Ruby wondered if he could feel her angst.

She loathed her name. She was tired of being told it was an intense color. The only thing she felt strongly about was her angry resentment for her mother. She was a prostitute who wore ruby red colors because the men she accompanied prized the color, especially on her curvy body.

Was this a joke my mother played on me?

The name Ruby means nothing to me. It’s the color of blood, a sign of death. A death I would take pleasure in if it just happened to her by chance.

 Yes, red long-stemmed roses from Randolph would have been lovely if she didn’t hate the color.

Smiling, she squeezes Randolph’s hand. “Thank you for the lovely flowers. You shouldn’t have”.

2022©Isadora DeLaVega

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A Day Begins

The sun rises

I see hope 

just beyond the horizon

The day glows, 

 the brightest light.

Our lives lost

Now, found.

I rise and feel,

your strength

 in mine.

Like butterfly wings in flight

I feel you waft.

Close my eyes; I see your beauty

Close my eyes; I feel you here

Nature’s dance of love for you.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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No Words Left

It’s been a year now. 

As I put the key in the door, I remember the day I realized I had to move in. 

My father had always been demanding. I was reluctant to take on the responsibility.

Sure, I could have added him to the long list of seniors waiting for a room at the senior assisted living. But, after all, he was my dad. 

 On that summer morning, my father tried to open the neighbors’ door, helping me make my decision. 

His memory was fading. Confused and exasperated, he called. I knew he was desperate. He would never admit his decline.

After he died, an older gentleman approached me at the wake.

He said, “You’re a good son.”

Sadly, Alzheimer’s had prevented my father from telling me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Heartbreak and Pain

Like scattered petals fallen to the ground, 

My heart needs the pieces put back together. 

Your words erased my existence.

Now, I can be free.

For you are gone,

And, I will never speak your words.

When I was young, 

You held me captive.

You cannot hurt me now, 

Nor do I scare.

Love does not dominate

It cultivates and cares.

I will not ever have your love, 

But I have someone who cares.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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My Dog Fluffy

The unconscious loyalties of a dog:

A Friend

One who multiplies joys,

Divides grief

and, whose honesty 

is invaluable

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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