Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Splashes of Colors

Splatters of Colors and Hue”

Color me a Rainbow,
Sprinkled with golden dreams
with dashes of wishes
of purple, blues and green.

Color me a Heaven,
With cotton-candy clouds,
amid a sky of azure blue.

Color me sweet red roses,
kissed by a fresh morning dew.

Color me some raindrops,
with splashes of misty-crystal hue
and wet blades of silky-green grass
to run barefoot through.

Color me lofty trees,
dressed in autumn’s shades of gold,
Clusters of scarlet and brown leaves
on the ground,
as the seasons unfold.

Color me a white winter land,
with whistling winds and whirling sounds.
Snowflakes flying in the crisp-cool air.
Then color me right into a verdant green,
spring where robins sing without a care.

Color me back to summer,
beneath a lemon yellow sun.
Then color me a silver moon,
and a black starlit night
when the day is done.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega


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Art and Music

Love is a canvas embroidered by you … 2021©Al DeLaVega

Red Butterflies’ 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Look not for beauty,

nor color of skin,

but, for a heart,

that is loyal within.

For, beauty may fade,

and, skin grow old,

but, a heart that is loyal,

will never end.

2021©Al DeLaVega

Music is the smile of the soul … 2021©Al DeLaVega


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Bubbles … Bubbles … Bubbles


Bubbles
blowing in the wind
I try to catch them
I can’t, what a sin


They float, they lift
with the currents of wind
Up, up, they soar 
higher and higher in the sky                               


Gentle crystal bubbles
radiant colors, sparkling
Iridescent and glistening bright
rising, rising, soon out of sight
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

What child or adult doesn’t enjoy playing with bubbles? 

A combination of dish soap or shampoo and water create the liquid that can provide an afternoon of fun. 

A thin layer of soap film forms hollow spheres when blown through an object. The bubbles don’t last very long before bursting but children always find it exciting to try and catch one. It’s always been a fun pastime.

Frank @ A Franke Angle hosts Beach Walk Reflections.

Last week, he wrote about bubbles at the beach.

His insightful essays on the topic are a pleasure read and worth a look.

https://beachwalkreflections.wordpress.com/2021/01/09/26-bubbles/


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Good-Bye Jamie Dedes’

Peace I leave you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27

I’ve been saddened by the news of fellow blogger/friend/American activist Jamie Dedes’ passing.  I knew she’d been ill for some time. I had hoped I’d hear information that she was recovering and gaining strength. I grew concerned when Hospice came in to care for her during the beginnings of COVID. 

I’d seen some news on Facebook about her death but hesitated and question its truth. 

Now, her son Richard, has posted this information on Facebook: 

Hi, everyone,

This is Richard (Jamie’s son).

I know the word has gone out about Jamie’s passing, but haven’t been able to contact everyone directly. Karen and I have been seeing your posts and tributes and genuinely appreciate your love and kind words. I will be continuing to monitor Mom’s Facebook page and maintain her websites. Please feel free to reach out but forgive me if it takes time to respond.  I’m still getting everything sorted out. Delighted to be connecting with you all! Love and respect, Richard 🙏🏻

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 I met Jamie through a series of challenges at a mutual blog site. Soon, she started to create challenges of her own. She created ‘The Bardo Group’ ‘The BeZine’  ‘The Poet by Day’ .

The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights.©jamiededes’

I joined in and found her encouraging critiques of my writing extremely helpful. When I had doubts she inspired me with words to forge on. She said I had a unique writing style and that I shouldn’t change it. My poetry writing insecurities began to fade with every optimistic praise she gave me. Although I enjoy writing stories more than poetry, I continued to write poems because of her.

We found a commonality in our backgrounds. She was born and raised in Brooklyn in a neighborhood not too far from my own. She posted photos of familiar places we both knew.

On one of my posts, I added a photo of myself. I remember her response was, “You’re my sister from another mother.” 

She never thought of fellow writers as competitors. They were her motivation to help create great writers. 

I will miss her inspiring words. Her blog will be up for a while. If you haven’t read her ‘Words of Art’ pop over to her blog. You won’t be disappointed. I’m always left breathless by her words. 

To all who knew her and whose lives she’s touched including her family:

May your troubled hearts find peace and comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone.

May God’s presence ease your trembling spirit and give you rest.

He is there to cast sunlight into all of your darkened shadows, to send encouragement through the love of friends and family, and to replace your weariness with new hope.

Blessings … Rest in Peace Jamie 🙏

2020©Isadora DeLaVega


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Never Forget

Don’t forget to glance up from your keyboard

and see how blue the sky is now and then.

Don’t forget to put away your cell phone

and spend time alone with a paintbrush or pen.

Don’t forget to seek the sound of silence

and let the daily traffic rush on by.

Remember that the secret of success is 

how happily you climb and not how high.

2020©Isadora DeLeVega


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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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Nothing to Fear

Life is our journey,

we’re on a new path.

Our moments stolen,

from microbes unknown.

Are we willing to

accept our obstacles?

To travel fearless,

along our roads.

Aspects of life, 

are changing,

to coursed places,

strange and new.

Hide all your fears,

there’s nothing to fear,

I’m always with you.

2020©Isadora DeLaVega

 


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The Light

Light

The night has a thousand eyes.

The day but one;

Yet, the light of the bright world dies

with the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one;

Yet, the light of a whole life dies

when its love is done. 

©Francis W. Bourdillon

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