Layers of Freida

Not our Freida “I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.” ― Frida Kahlo

A roll of desolation,
One behind the ear,
One defying gravity hanging by air,
Accentuating a glaze of anticipation across your lips,
A haze,
A chamois beaded triangle,
Dual points free all their own,
Lust lungs burn crush me
Beat back the bellow of want...
Beat back the need
Crush ...
me
Do it again.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Author's Note

Now this quote could be :
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”
― Frida Kahlo

Reviews

[emmajoy]

An extraordinary and colourful artist with a mind to match; the above quote is almost an understatement.

Your poem stretches into her vision of howthe world is - her perception, ' .. A haze, ~ A chamois beaded triangle,~ Dual points free all their own, ' and then sink into that place, another place that could be hers or ..

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I admire your concise approach and the tone of this ponderous piece, especially the line, "beat back the bellow of want", aching and profound words, utterly moving, beautiful writing here, my friend.

[TL Boehm]

Do it again. Yes this is such a smart poem.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

parts of this remind of ferlinghetti---

'the poet taking risks on a high wire of rime"

well the artist, the painter too...taking risks as to whether the work will be appreciated or not...

and how and where the inspiration comes from...behind the ear, or out of the air...

for me it seems to be, "out of the air"

the want, the need to write...the muse crushes me..oh do it again.

jacob

nicely done...

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I've always been fascinated with the artist... I think your piece aptly describes a certain nuance and nature that are definitely layers of the whole, in this case. The ideas you express...the "chamois beaded triangle" and "lust lungs burn crush me"--these cut to the heart of the piece in my opinion. The idea of crushing and desolating, but waking up to do it all again.

[Aethereal]

I looked at an expansion of Freida's painting and decided that meaning is in the eye of the beholder. My first impression of her painting is that of what would be a beautiful flower, but for it being troubled by the slings and arrows of its environment. I see those layers of sorrow within her brush strokes that you're expressing in your poem. Everything that you say within your easy flowing free verse poem fits as one interpretation of this painting. There's desolation, a hanging in mid air, anticipating lips, a haze, the triangle, dual symmetrical points that express freedom, crushing lungs, and a bellow being held back. Your ending is superb " Crush ... me Do it again." Usually when I write poems about flowers they're not flowers in so much distress. A sorrowful person would have an empathetic attachment to what appears to be a sorrowful flower. A sorrowful mind filters out all but sorrowful images within Nature.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write . I like the layers of this poem...:)

[lee von cleef]

Not all readers see them but if Diego was still around He would, glad you did too.

[Sami Khalil]

I agree . Diego is a brilliant poet . I felt bad when he left. I hope he will come back...:)

[Relic]

Don't know anything about her but your poem paints her hues well. The want and need are probably splayed out in her brush strokes and no one can see them as clearly as those of the same ilk. A fine poem Lee.

[David Scott]

Ok... I am actually chuckling to myself here... You nailed it! Gotta lover her!
Great job with the poem.