Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Sunday Song – Flor Palida

Flor Palida     2015©Isadora DeLaVega

If someone tells you a certain
song is important to them,
You should close your eyes,
turn up the volume
and really listen.
By the end of the song,
you will know that person much better.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Marc Anthony – Flor Palia

**** Flor Palida – Faded/Pale Flower


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Friday Fictioneers – Sunflower Memories

 

Bright sunflowers had greeted Nadia each time she’d visited her baba Oksana. 

As a small child, she’d watched her grandmother cook traditional Russian meals while recounting tales of her journey to the new land she’d eventually call home.

She’d traveled on a crowded boat with few belongings. The small amount of sunflower seeds she’d brought to eat were almost gone by the time she’d arrived. 

Oksana decided to plant the leftover sunflower seeds in remembrance of her home; left behind.

Imprinted in Nadia’s heart, memories of her baba Oksana’s smile and love of sunflowers.

Nadia planted sunflowers at her grave.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Word Count:100 words

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt:©Ted Strutz

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*****The dictionary terms and basic forms for grandfather and grandmother in Russian are dedushka and babushka. They’re often shortened for children to ded (grandfather) or baba (grandmother).


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Friday Fictioneers – It’s Time to Say Goodbye

 

You left. 

Your books left behind as a reminder of your passion; reading.

 And, I spent time building something that could not be built. 

You showed me I’d counted on the illusion of my heart. 

Yes, perhaps, it’s time to say goodbye my love. 

These words you dared not want to hear. 

For our lives together can’t be built on crumbly silt of sand. 

For it would fall upon itself because we tried and failed, persisting in the dream, because I believed it would succeed.

It’s hard to distinguish whether the world we live in is a reality or delusion.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©CEAyr

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Sunday Song – I’ll Take Care of You

Love one another, but make not a bond of Love;

let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your soul.©Kahil Gibran

Forgiveness does not change the past, 

but it does enlarge the future.

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.

To melt and be like a running brook.

One that sings its melody to the night. 

To wake at dawn with a winged heart.

 And, give thanks for another day of loving.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega


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Take my Hand and Walk with Me

 

While on a cruise for our 50th anniversary, we renewed our vows.

These were the words I spoke:

Take my hand and walk with me

 in quiet places; 

Where butterfly wings create a melodic song.

Sing and play in secret meadows; 

where grasses sway 

with soft summer breezes 

from dusk to dawn.

Share with me a simple life 

of placid days and starry nights; 

where we can lie on yielding grasses,

while waiting for the morning light.

Take my hand and dance with me, 

until stars twinkle brightly in your eyes.

 For simple pleasures love can hold; 

even when winter’s edge grows bold. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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These were the vows my husband spoke:

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Without you,

Life is just existing

With you,

Life is worth living.

You put a name on the

Songs birds sing

And, you bring the smell of flowers

To a breezy spring

You are my sun,

You are my moon 

My hearts soar’s 

With loving wings.

2019©Al DeLaVega

There are so many things I could say about our special day: August 21,1965. We stood before God and said our vows. It was a celebration with family and friends. We were a perfect example of youth with all of the innocence that accompanies it.

Our lack of knowledge gave us freedom from moral wrongs. 

We knew one thing only: LOVE. 

We thought we were the perfect example of what a life of love should be. We were fearless about what the future would hold. 

We had a special bond that held us together: LOVE.

Did we expect to have troubles??? 

No.

But, trouble is an inevitable part of life. When trouble comes you simply need to hold your head high and face that trouble directly. 

There were many; they came often. 

You can’t be youthfully naive and not have trouble sitting at your table. 

We both felt strong and confident that we’d be able to conquer everything. And, we did.

Those of us who’ve had the joy of celebrating many years of marriage do so with a badge of honor. 

Conquering trials and tribulations along with creating joyful and loving moments together are part of how relationships bond together. 

What gives us the honor to celebrate so joyously?

Our commitment for a lifetime together. 

And, we’ve been. 

We celebrate another anniversary with our hearts filled with joyful LOVE.

Enjoy … Isadora
    2019©IsadoraDeLaVega


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I am Unique

I am Unique

We look in the mirror; see flaws.

We don’t like what we see.

Our skin color is darker.

And, our countenance is mystifying. 

Trying to change into people,

we’re comparing ourselves to.

To create the person, hopefully, you’ll see.

But, anger and hatred is a major ruination.

When will they understand?

Inside, we are good people.

Just like them.

Why don’t they don’t see?

I can’t make them value me.

All I can do is show them.

What I feel and what I believe.

It’s up to them to realize my worth.

I am unique.

I am love.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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*****Mural is on the building side of MADEBY Gallery

at the Ringling School of Art & Design in Sarasota, Florida.

 


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I Do Not Love You

I do not love you except because I love you; 

I go from loving to not loving you,

From waiting to not waiting for you

My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; 

I hate you deeply, and hating you

Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you

Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume

My heart with its cruel

Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who

Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,

Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. ©Pablo Neruda