Frida K
Frida Kahlo
by Melba Christie
She “combated sadness ferociously”
with her paint brush
her most faithful companion
life reveals itself
in portraits,
mirrors reflect the surreal
and reality confronts her in the raw
but does not share the pain and anguish
deep inside she tries to draw
She is the courageous onlooker
But is not as courageous as she thinks
as far as she is concerned
it all stinks.
She fought in an eternal war
between light and darkness
fidelity and infidelity
truth and untruth
justice and injustice
Frida’s paintings haunt us
and make us more aware
We now watch the mirror that truly sees our soul
and reflects the still life on the table ( perhaps not as still)
as we continue to search for the stillness we so need
Did Frida realize that she planted a seed?
She showed us life
and how surreal it really is.
Superb poem.Jalal
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