Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Turbulent Ocean Waves

Your minds like a sailboat 

floating with the wind.

Sailing across the water

of euphoric waves.

Turbulent ocean currents,

at times, control the way.

Negative thoughts, 

trapping your days.

But in time, buoyant and carefree

give rise to peaceful signs.

Erasing negative thinking,

as the waves settle down.

Our journey is for serene days, 

our hearts ever-yearning for calm.

Soon, we will be sneering at

these turbulent times.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega

 


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Sunday Song – Don’t Lose Heart

As we walk this journey we call life, there are bound to be rocky roads.

Paths paved in stones of different shapes and sizes that cause us to stumble and fall.

These create suffering, heartache and pain.

At times, the rough terrain is difficult. But, we can polish the rocks smoothly if we believe in ourselves to carry on.

Its up to us to creatively approach our problems. We need to grind our own collection of rocks into precious gems.

Don’t lose heart as you continue to walk your path.

We can grind these rocks into polished brilliant stones.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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Grandma’s Old Clapboard Farmhouse

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Childhood stories of the old clapboard farmhouse come rushing to mind as I stand here.

Inside the farmhouse is filled with furnishings of those days gone by.

The tin roof, wooden floor planks, cut-out squares in the walls mimicking windows are flanked by louvered shutters.

The cast iron stove kept all six of them warm in this small four room house.

Grandma’s four poster bed of log timbers showcases a rag quilt atop a straw mattress that lays’ on rope springs.

In a corner, sits the old sewing machine for making clothes or rag quilts.

Relics with momentous stories.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

 

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