The Framing of Frida
by Michael Doyle

Stains of colors come alive
These help one to live
We are happy as we arrive
Finding life giving what it has to give

We run as fast as the breeze
That whisper lessons under backyard trees
Some are laughing at the rosary
Including Frida with her irreverent dignity

The Bible brings up much mystery
And maybe one or two conflicts with history
Oils and watercolors raise questions
One brave soul asked without hesitation

Green light, magenta, pretty pairs of red
Led a world of colors, bringing life as said
And bringing truth to the artistic light
It helped decipher the world in her sight

Exceeding the limits was her happy game
That helped keep the world from seeming the same
Defying the definitions of 'Old Mexico'
Frida was drawn to a different way to grow

Dying with laughter, the Cachuchas brought relief
From the drab grays and cycles of grief
Everything that gave pleasure was felt as good
This was the rebellion that Frida understood

Breathing the raw scent of what passes for love
Minds are led to remain earthly and not to the above
Flights of imagination and the sheerest sensuality
Were the mangled things of Frida's tragic reality

Lies boldly tell of crashes and of the tears
But all that's true are the moments that make the years
Passing in suffered wounds that exceed the crying
Where Frida lived on instead of lying there dying

(c) March 29, 2024    Michael Doyle
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