MEMORY
I had swayed. Nothing else. But suddenly I knew
In the depth of my silence
He was following me. Like my shadow, blameless and light
In the night, a song sobbed…
The Indians lengthened, winding, through the alleys of the town.
A harp and a jacaranda were the music, and the smiling dark-skinned girls
Were the happiness
In the background, behind the “Zócalo,” the river shined
and darkened, like
the moments of my life.
He followed me.
I ended up crying, isolated in the porch of the parish church,
protected by my bolita shawl, drenched with my tears
-Frida Kahlo
17 comments:
Beautiful words!
Welcome on board , KB- glad to see your contribution.
Hello toads! I can't wait to read all your offerings today!
I am Rob Kistner. Just recently began writing and posting again after several years of failing health. A recent pacemaker put me back in the game. As a matter of background, I'm 71, writing since age 16. When I was young I wrote lyrics for my rock band. In the years since then writing for pleasure only. Was a participant in numerous online writing communities in the past, going back to early 2000's - including Dana Guthrie Martin's "Read Write Poem" community. I am in the process of again updating Image & Verse, the longest established of my sites on which I publish my work. I have also personally published several poetry writing prompt sites In the past. Investigating what's out here these days. Just learned of this site. Looks like a quality endeavor. First time posting here. Glad to give it a shot. I'll try not to track any mud onto the carpet... :-)
Such a mesmerizing painting and poem. Thanks for hosting, Viv.
Thanks Kerry!
Hello Rob! So glad to have you here. You obviously come with a wealth of experience and poetry. I've had the pleasure of visiting your site...and I really enjoyed your writing. We hope to see more of you here.
Hi Amnol! Your link is dead!
Sorry...Anmol :)
Good morning Toads! Welcome, Rob! Nice to be in such great company again.
Hey, I hope you all are having a good day. The poem is indeed beautiful, painting such a picture of melancholy.
I understand that my link was dead. I have corrected it — while editing, I had changed the status to private for a bit but forgot to correct it after that. Apologies for the inconvenience. Hehe.
Thank you for hosting Vivian. I do love Frida so. I look forward to visiting everyone.
Thank you for the poem, Vivian. I read of this as an attempted but botched escape from a threatening arranged marriage. I'll probably not post again as my life has become hectic. That would be my theme for today if I had written or do write. Mrs. Jim has had bunion and other matters foot surgery and I am care giver. My duties have overcome my progress.
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Joining a bit late with a bit of romance.
Hello everyone! Good evening, Viv. Thanks for the image and poem.I'll be back in the morning to read and comment - it's been one of those days...
Good Evening, Toads! Thanks, Vivian! Wecome, Rob! Enjoy, all! :)
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