Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Memoir Mom (RIP) 2004

Memoir Mom (RIP) 2004

I wore my mothers shoes
danced in them too
shared her scars
felt her pain
when she was blue

Heard her sing
Heard her cry
Heard her laugh
saw her smile

knew her suffering , joy
understood the turmoils
she kept inside
expressed by heart
vision in her sad eyes
LF/2017 RR

Tuesday, September 12, 2017


the idle of a child
wisdom of a cry
conscientiousness of height
a battle for peace
and for human rights

in what direction
the correction
of impotence at dawn
to beat whats wrong

my conscious hides
nonetheless survives
the reality of cruel life
where innocent die

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

She's Like the Dark (audio)

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Have I Ever Told You That I Love You

Have I ever told you that I love you
Have I ever told you that I love you
Like a flower in May
on a rainy day
Where teardrops stay

Have I ever told that I love you
When all is gone
You’re the melody
My only song

Have I ever told you that I love you
When nights are cold
You’re the warmness
Of my soul

Have I ever told you that I love you
Until the sun comes down
And meets the horizon
On the ground

Have I ever told you that I love you
In every way
You’ll be in my heart
To the end of my days.


Saturday, July 15, 2017

Woman of sand

 I became sand
 woman of sand not  man
body and my heart
All fell down..
Little by little the wind
blew each grain
dissolving me
Into nothing to be
The particles scattered
departing the sand
 no one was there
To hold my hand
So me my heart
And I
Dissolved high in the sky
leaving me never to be
Only the wind
Whispered my return
 as it followed me
the  lonely sun burned
By© Lynda Ferrer RR/2014 /published poem /2016

Tuesday, July 11, 2017


Why does a flower grow without rain
a abandoned dog in pain
an elder no company a shame
a child in war no peace
where people live then die
does any hear their cry

Why is life so unfair
to those who choose suicide
ignoring whose at their side
emotions all untied

Why the homeless in the streets
no one there to meet
drugs the consolation
their love and melody

The world a sad condition
where ignorance is the light
a blind conditioned sight
the world turning not right