During a depressing night where my headaches and dizzy spells drained any hope I had, I reached for my phone and discovered an email with a voice recording.
There were delightful pauses in this one sided conversation, but everything about the message, her soft voice, her pauses, her sweetness revitalized me.
Sadly, this little poem does not do justice. I dedicate this to that voice to die for. Thank you. 🌹
a voice came to me
loneliness thundered when a soft voice came to me landing on my five o’clock shadow like a lightning bug determined to tickle my cheek while her little healing light outshined my torment stifling the echoes inside my heart as her deafening silence spoke to me her voice shined like the stars illuminating my night resembling a constellation of fireflies absorbing the darkness in my universe of misery
a slow dance our cheeks melting my melancholy clinging to your soul i shut off the moon so we dance at the edge of an eclipse as my loneliness gyrates in the darkness pressing gently against your hips I inhale your womanhood it inspires me to kiss a poem onto your neck the one I could never think of the one confessing I desperately need you darling i am slowly dying of love
Not so long ago, my dizzy spells and skull pounding headaches returned, breaking my spirit. Like an angel in the night (or out of an alley) Resa delivered a post dedicated to me. This beautiful gesture returned light and hope to my little hut.
Laguna Gri Gri is one of the Dominican Republic’s major bird sanctuaries, set along a peaceful lagoon flanked by thick mangroves. When I took these photos, my intention was to contribute a series of murals to Resa’ inspiring blog. Sadly, my health and the lockdown due to the virus extinguished my plans.
I will do my best to do this in Resa’s unique, artistic tour guide style.
This serious faced native who Lonely Author decided to name The Serious Faced Native is the first face we see as we enter the santuary. I believe the artist wanted to convey the need to respect nature (depicted in the feather and butterfly).
The black web behind her, I see it as a dream catcher. For me, this represents Resa. She spends her days capturing the dreams of artist’s and murals. Sharing these works of art with the world with the serious determination of The Serious Faced Native.
I named this painting Flor Bonita (Beautiful Flower). Wearing a flower in her hair Flor watches the flight of beautiful birds and the growing psychedelic flower before her. Like Resa, Flor admires the beauty of self expresson and creativity.
By her expression (mouth open in awe) Flor is dazzled by this beauty. Look at the shadows on Flor. She is facing the sun. For me this represents the warmth and brilliance of my beautiful friend Resa. Her caring heart (which she has colored purple just for me) and soul is a light that needs to be treasured in this time of darkness we are living in.
Half Face Moon is the mystery behind the amazing artist known as Resa. Drawn by an artist named Patricia, Half Face Moon displays some of her talent and beauty, but like Resa, there is so much gorgeousness hidden below the surface, sort of like the other side of the moon. Resa and Half Face Moon are the promise of the other side of creativity and love.
Then, we move on to Belly Button Door Knob Man. Now, I would have to do heavy drugs to associate this frog man with Resa. I can only think the door knob in his belly button is a representation of Resa opening the doors to creativity, welcoming it with her wonderful open arms. (Ha, I tried).
I end this with this stunning mural of a sunset as seen from the shores of the Dominican Republic. In the distance a ship appears. It looks like Columbus has discovered the New World.
This occurred nine days ago, before my current state of dizziness began.
Knowing a pandemic was sweeping across the world, I expected to find the tourist beach desolate. I wasn’t disappointed.
Before long, I discovered an open beach bar with one sole patron. A beautiful young woman with green eyes that silently spoke to me.
We were both affected by the magic of our eye contact.
My “hola” was followed by her “bonjour.”
My heart sank. UGH! For three years Cynthia from the debate class did my French homework in high school.
Oh, karma had a sadistic way of coming back to bite you right in the croissants. Where was Cynthia now?
Lucie spoke little English, but her accent…..oh it was heavenly. The Beach Boy has a weakness for sexy accents (and hosiery)! Hey, Superman has his kryponite, I have mine.
She had small dainty feet, well manicured, toe nails painted a soft shade of coral, with a sexy sea shell ankle bracelet. I was melting.
We communicated by pointing, through sign language, Google tranlsate on my phone, and glowing smiles. I was in full James Bond mode.
Magic had returned to my life.
I prepared for the right moment to impress her with the only French I remembered, “Le chat est sur la table.” (“The cat is on the table”). Damn my luck, it was a cat-less beach.
Pinkies entwined, we walked the beach. Played frisbee. I explored her soft hands.
Venturing into the water, the rough waves knocked us around, giving her a reason to hold my arms and chest. It allowed me to cling to her bare waist. We shared tender little kisses on the cheek and lips.
Then, came one long lasting kiss, which I felt in my soul. We were alone in the world and the world was ours.
Taking my hand, she led me back to her blanket. Pulling out her cell phone, she swiped through dozens of photos, showing me her man and their wedding pics.
Lucie was married. Apparently, he was in some business meeting.
Looking into my eyes, she pouted before giving me one last kiss. Watching her walk out of my life, my broken heart filled with hope.
Why shouldn’t it?
While a deadly pandemic forced a world to shut its doors in fear, I opened my heart and found love in the time of coronavirus.
the sun has fallen the moon refuses to rise loneliness sits beside me wearing a pink carnation mourning the death of my pride fear shaves in my mirror he only has one eye thus, he fails to see the shooting stars in the window no wait, they are the headlights of cars passing by so, I can’t make a wish but if I could….. I’d wish to die in your arms just to hear you whisper goodbye
During the first three weeks of my vacation, I was feeling well, getting stronger everyday. My heart procedure was set for Tuesday, April 14th.
Then, last Monday hit me like a storm. The hours of feeling dizzy, the sensation of my brain throbbing inside my skull, the additional blurred vision, and naseau had all returned.
For five days last week I dealt with this setback.
My blood pressure which during the holidays was reaching for the sky, now reached new lows. My nurse Elena described some of my readings as dangerously low.
On an island isolated from the coronavirus fears infecting the rest of the world, panic broke out after the President’s press conference. Business quickly shut down. Parts of the island are under curfew. A military presence can be felt.
With my sudden change in health, we called Jetblue to return to the United States, but the airports have been locked down. I found myself trapped.
Via speaker phone, my doctor suggested I change the dosage of one of my pills. I started taking a half pill (yesterday). This morning I am feeling a little better. The dizziness almost totally went away. There are still occasional spells.
On Friday to confront my super low blood pressure, Elena drove me into town to sit down and drink a cappuccino. After four months of no coffee it was heavenly.
Airports are scheduled to reopen Saturday, April 4th, the same day of my return flight.
Blogging? I will take this day to day.
Tomorrow, Monday, MAY BE my last post for a few months. I hope everyone drops by to read about something that happened to me last Saturday before my dizzy spells returned.
last night I found the poem that you wrote sleeping on my pillow between a lullaby and a dream scribbled on yellowed music sheets with ink from my unopened fantasies your lyrics sang of passion a garden of eternity and jasmines rhymes of me and you watching our lonely silhouettes making love beneath the moon
loneliness floated on tranquil seas as the tides slowly returned with lyrics meant for me I told my heart to forget her he laughed at me the stars strummed guitar strings the moon hummed the love song in my heart I dared not sing
A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift 🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶