My Frida, My Frida Colors on canvas Dreams from nightmares Crimson brushes of blood Serpentine body of affairs Scars elevated Daggers penetrating deep Fingers along a shattered spine Twisted legs and sleeping feet She hangs on walls Her soul for all to explore Insight of damnation Tears from a terracotta floor My Frida, My Firda Truth for all of us Nightmares and dreams Illuminated by strokes of a brush ( Very well done. One of my favorite painters. Extraordinary woman with great musical appreciation. Thank you. )
@claudinedemantet4 ай бұрын
Oh wow, great poem you have written on Frida, Dale. I've always liked her paintings and thought she was very unusual looking, in a beautiful way. I knew she'd been through some rough times but didn't know much about her young life until the last few years. Very moving poem and very apt. Thankyou Dale. I'm so pleased you liked it, and yes she did have some great taste in music. I didn't realise she was half German either till a few years back. I thought she was full Mexican. Fascinating woman. 😊 Sorry I haven't replied on other video yet, I've not been too well but just been trying to put some short vids out to keep things going. I will reply as soon as. My best regards 😊
@dalepointer94144 ай бұрын
@@claudinedemantet Hope you're feeling better. Each day without pain is a great day. She was an extraordinary woman, psychological artist of the human soul. Continue your work. Great short videos. Stay positive, with cool wind behind your back.