Your eyes are the crescent
of a silver bay that circles my mind
in the deep mystery of sleep
your voice an invocation of bells
that once rung cannot be undone
in dreams I am your dancer
beckoned by your call
a charm on a well cut cuff
a link on a diamond encrusted chain.
“The Dancing Girl” by Noelie Ramon
Resa and Norm
Recently I came across a photograph of our lovely Fashionista, Resa McConaghy, and her beloved Norm.
Norman is a GUITAR PLAYER & COMPOSER. They lived in Miami for almost a year in the 80’s. Norman was working on writing songs and had an arrangement with a recording studio there. They lived in an amazing older home on Miami Beach. It was quite grand with a Florida Room and a maid’s apartment along the side. Per Resa, The original owners must of had a fab life there. They were renting it from an Argentine businessman who had bought it.
When they returned with Norm’s songs it led to a record deal in the 1990’s.
Norman at work!
Love is What is Needed
by Holly Rene Hunter
Here in paradise
the sun goes down on the
crescent shore of an empty beach
she found herself with a guitar man
and A life time of memories
It seemed so clear then and now
love is what is needed
In Nickolas Muray’s (Hungarian-born American photographer)1939 portrait of painter Frida Kahlo a crown of purple yarn weaves in and out of her thick black hair, flyaways break loose from her braids. Her favorite shawl, a deep magenta rebozo wraps around her shoulders matching the warm flush of her cheeks and her painted nails—glints of red that call attention to her strong hands. She leans comfortably against a wall gazing resolutely if not lovingly at the camera.
nickolasmuray.com
Muray and Kahlo were at the height of their on-again off-again ten-year relationship when these pictures were taken. Their affair had started in 1931 after Muray was divorced from his second wife and shortly after Kahlo’s marriage to Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. It outlived Muray’s third marriage and Kahlo’s divorce and remarriage to Rivera by one year, ending in 1941. They remained good friends until her death in 1954.
Frida
In the portrait she wears
a coral shawl across her shoulders.
Terracotta lips are set in granite.
Her eyes are the color of the earth,
they scream the anguish of the world.
Her image is etched into tapestry
hung from nails on a farmhouse wall.
She is captured by the hand
of a woman uprising
She is proud
she is Mexico.
poetry by Holly Rene Hunter
photo by Holly
Rene Rosso (aka Holly) penned a beauty in October, 2018.
Based on an old polaroid of Carmine & me, she came up with a poem that sticks in my heart and mind. If you click on the pic, you will go to her original post!
Remember back when you were a rock star
and I was a hippie angel?
How comfortable we were with our
heart and souls bared.
Do you remember now that you are so far
away that night in Eden when you came to me
and I came to you and the rest of the world
slipped away?
We held on to one another, made love and cried
decided never to speak of how every time
the lights went out you rushed to me,
so tender, coming and going.
Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,
yes, it still matters to me.
Do you remember our anguished goodbye?
Neither do I.
Have EYE ever thanked Holly enough?
Poem – Resa and the Rock Star © Holly House of Heart
Original art can be found at https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2019/07/19/resa-and-the-rock-star-redux/
