I saw Frida today.
She danced into my life
thumbed her nose
at Suffering
riding into her body
on a polio microbe
and a careening school bus
breaking her spine
but not her spirit.
I'd avoided her work
too bloody painful for my North American fancy.
ButÂ…
She walked
with Diego shared passion
for each other
painting
the unseen
the dispossessed.
I walked today
in a nature preserve
saw it with Frida eyes
breathed in the fall
enjoyed my legs and feet
felt old aching muscles moving
glad to be alive.
I walked today.
Viva Frida!
11/17/2002
Posted on 11/17/2002Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
Superb tribute Glenn. Sure sparks my curiosity to know more about Frida.
If Frida could take a break from stroking her great big sorrowful canvas in the sky she would say Muchas gracias, Senor Glenn and Bravo!
Overwhelmingly thought provoking piece Glenn.WOnderfully written.
Glen this is a wonderful expression of Frida's spirit...love to see cultures inspiring one another in such intimate ways...well done my friend, and thank you for all your commentary too...ur a pleasure to read, intruiging subject...jewels
