Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Wilted Dreams

Wilted Flower 2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Your waking dreams
I hear your screams
of the hour
My wilted flower

All alone
can’t go home
You must cower
My wilted flower

So much pain
standing in the rain
You are not of power
My wilted flower

You run away
and, there you stay
In the cold rain shower
My wilted flower

Memories of all the hate
your horrible fate
They no longer tower
My wilted flower

In peace you die
I mustn’t cry
Your last hour
My wilted flower
©written by Jennifer Cramer


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Heaven’s Embrace 

I wish for a road

That is sunny and clear,

Filled with love’s blessings

And, friends who are dear.

I wish for blue skies.

And fields filled with flowers,

Fragrance and colors

To last seasonal hours.

It happens; I like

A mist on my face,

It’s a way to enjoy

Heaven’s embrace.

And soon, as time passes.

The season will change, 

To welcome a  crisp wintery stage

When life may not seem so sublime.

Most of all, I’m enthralled.

By a soft, fragrant flower,

That dances from Heaven

And sets hearts aglow.

I will never forget.

The joy and the glee,

I feel in my soul

As you give your love to me.

2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Follow Your Heart photography2021©Isadora DeLaVega

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Challenge:

Every Wednesday Crispina will post a photo like this one above.

You respond with something CREATIVE

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #152

to join in click here 


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Friday Fictioneers – Love is Like a River

The cloudy night casts a shadow over the river.
Sitting on the bank, I’m regretting my failures while mourning my loss.
We’d felt solace here.
You were the chuckle in my laughter. The path I walked, that kept me straight.
We spent time listening to the reverberations of the river’s course.
Your eyes twinkled as you listened to me speak tender words of love.
The placid water exudes a strange calm.
There’s a stillness in the air that surrounds me.
Looking at the reflection of my face in the serenity of the water;
My thoughts linger gently on yesterday.
Gone …
2021©Isadora DeLaVega

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt: PennyGadd

To join Rochelle and her Friday Fictioneers 

in this challenge: click here

She’ precious ❤️❤️❤️

This was originally posted on FF in 2016. I’ve repeated it due

to my granddaughter visiting with my new great-granddaughter.


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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