Is solace, anywhere, more comforting than in the arms of a sister©AliceWalker
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Great joy within my heart
for upon the trees
The blossoms spring
titanium white and crimson gold
The azure sky
The sun’s splendid glow
Divinely lit and encapsulates
my sanctuary
A world that takes me to another place
A beautiful painting of simplicity and grace
Transparent, connected forever
Warm and joyous to my heart.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Darkness covers me like a blanket
Shadows surround my thoughts
My arms wrap tightly around me
Deserted, no one home
You keep me isolated
My only friend, just you
Smiles ne’er intrude our space
With you, I’m safe and whole
The thorns of my emotions
Keep rising from deep inside
Always in your shadows
Always in your arms
I cannot see the rose
Only thorns of pain
Madness all around me
It keeps me huddled tight
Tomorrow won’t be different
It will always be the same
Fear keeps me shaking
My spirit is tattered, worn
Darkness gives me comfort
Forever, all alone
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 102
Photo Prompt:©Dale Rogerson
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*****A similar photo by Ted Strutz was posted on Friday Fictioneers back in 2017. I wrote this poem for that image. I didn’t get many views or comments. I thought I’d edit it a bit and add it to this photograph by Dale Rogerson. Sorry about the two extra words.
Enjoy … Happy Easter Everyone 🌸 😍 🐣 🐰 🌸
Laughter is the best medicine …
Traveling through the jungle had been brutal. The heat had overcome many.
Walking along, we see many homes that the opposing tribes had destroyed. Remnants of brick walls were the only signs.
The tour guide told us we would learn many things about the Watusi culture, including their healthy lifestyle.
I was excited about learning all of these new things.
Soon, the Watusi shaman was telling us about their exercises and dances.
I was in awe when they began to dance.
The exercise works wonders on circulation. Watusi tribe members originated it. It also slims you down without medication.
I have been doing the exercises and workout moves since I arrived home from my vacation. I’m feeling much better already. I recommend you start right away.
This video shows what you should do daily to help with leg and knee pain and stiffness.
Once a day is sufficient for assured success! Enjoy …
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #178
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Charles, please eat something. You’ve been on your computer for hours.
Mom, I have to finish my thesis. My graduation ceremony is in May. I need to finish this.
I thought computers were supposed to make things easier and quicker.
Seriously, Mom??? You need to add your info or research your information. It all takes time.
Well, I’m bringing you something to eat since you refuse to leave this room.
OK, Mom. Just make it the last interruption.
Knock, Knock here’s some food.
Fine. Thank you, yes, I love you.
Now, don’t forget a bathroom break too.
UGH, OK, Mom.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©David Stewart
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Love is not seasonal, plant your seeds today …
Spring Dawn
Every flower
of every tomorrow
is a seed well planted
on a winter’s day
Then, earth awakens.
The wonder of another season
bringing colorful flowers
For Spring’s debut
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #176
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It was a cloudy overcast day. A cool breeze blew as Bobby looked down at Jimmy.
“Hi, Jimmy,” he said in a low voice.
“Where did these huge boulders and rocks come from?”
Silence surrounded the space between them.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy”.
We were two young college kids. It was Spring Break. We all thought it would be fun to drive down to the beach. It was wild when the girls arrived. What a surprise!
I never thought it would get out of hand.
Bobby placed a rose on his tombstone; forgive me.
I should never have been driving drunk.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre:Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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**********Spring Break is in full swing here in Florida. The beaches are packed shoulder to shoulder with teens celebrating. The drinking has gotten so bad in South Miami that the bars have a 6:00 pm last call on drinks and a midnight curfew has been issued by the county commissioners.
It was challenging to walk in shackles. My hands ache from the cuffs.
How would I manage if I fell?
They don’t care.
He was just a homeless bum sleeping on a sidewalk.
It doesn’t matter to anyone that someone is killing the sleeping homeless.
How would I know if the guy searching through my stuff was the killer?
Now, I walk in shackles because I defended my bare essentials.
Now, I’m a violently insane man on my way to the psych ward.
My view from the window is the iron gate with fancy scrollwork.
The metalsmith was an artist.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: True Crime
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©BrendaCox
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********** In the News: Recently, a man in New York City was shooting the homeless while they slept. He has been arrested. This story is based on those crimes.
Never lose sight of where you’re going …
Never forget where you’ve been …
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico Photography©Isadora DeLaVega
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Never forget the people who
travel with you,
on your journey within.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #175
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Standing in the middle of the family room, I close my eyes.
Breathing deeply, I can almost smell the warmth of bread baking while pies cool on the window sill.
I can imagine being awakened by the aromatic brew of fresh coffee.
I can’t help but wonder about the many evenings after dinner when my grandmother would gather the children and impart her wisdom with stories of her native homeland and traditions.
It’s damp inside now.
Rain begins to fall, the sound against the tin roof echos a melody.
With all of my senses aroused, I embrace the warm sentiments.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©LisaFox
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D ancing on still waters.
U nable to fly.
C an I just float for ever?
K indly come back again.
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #173
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 