Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
memory-the heart, 1937, found on fridakahlo.org “There have been two great accidents in my life. One was the trolley, and the other was Diego. Diego was by far the worst”. –Frida Kahlo Heart laid bare ripped from her breast by a treacherous two the… Continue Reading “Broken Hearted Frida”
Come with me said she to he let’s shed our clothes, get wild, dance free I want to feel warm rain upon my bare skin no one will ever know, it’s between you and me.
She stains his blue heart with hers pouring forth in brilliant colors Kaleidoscoping her body’s life into him
Come, sweet lover let’s make romance beneath the colors of the tempting moon floating in your tender arms entranced
I dreamed about a window that gave me the gift of sight each window pane a glimpse into a meaningful past life.
Fleshy green leaves wait, their patience tested here in the desert. Yearning for the soft patter of raindrops on leaves to beckon forth flowers.
His voice is worthless, echoes from afar I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry But sorry, with all it’s breadth and scars is not the meaningful word she longs to hear she wants LOVE reverberating in her ears for LOVE is the panacea to heal… Continue Reading “Voice of Caution”
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