“I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.” Frida Kahlo
Mexican heat invades
each night, pervades
the frangible seams
and transmutes dreams
to nightmares,
thickly oiling the barren
landscape vivid,
livid with pain.
Morning arrives again
with the promise of reality,
a canvas to daub with certainty
self-portraits of her truth.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2018

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Frida Kahlo also linked to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night
Today Susie is inspiring us with the life and art of Frida Kahlo. She has given us a short autobiography, as well as quotes from Kahlo, and says that there is much to learn about this amazing woman. Susie says that she is drawn to her because she was a woman who suffered incredible pain, and chose to let it be her muse, her inspiration to create art.
For today’s challenge, Susie asks us to choose a quote, a photo, one of Frida’s art pieces as inspiration or like Frida, paint a new poem with words.
The dreams/ nightmares we see at night, sometimes are true depiction of our own life. A very nice take on the prompt.
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Thank you!
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“Morning arrives again with the promise of reality”.. this is so raw, so eloquent.. You describe beautifully the pain that envelops one with indomitable force.💞
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Thank you, Sanaa. 🌅
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I discovered Frida Kahlo back in the 1950’s when I was in Art school. I don’t think any artist has been more honest in her art, knowing that her talent would be a memory of her life. It is so good that we honour the truth of her life and art. Your chosen picture of her vomiting the pain of illness is a great choice to accompany your poem.
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Thank you, Robin.
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Very dramatic take on the prompt. Nicely supported by the painting
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena! Much love to you on this fine sunny day!
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You did a great job. Loved your write.
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You conveyed how she was always able ground herself in reality- no matter the demons that roamed in the dark.
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Thank you, Viv
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😊
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This is wonderful, as is the painting.
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Thank you, Sherry!
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Raw and evocative and a great poem to match the painting.
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Thank you, Paul!
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Whatever demons haunted her pain, she was able to channel it. An excellent write – well done!
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Thank you, Toni!
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Frida’s reality of physical pain would fit into any nightmare scenario. Your poem places her artist deep in the agony she had to live with and how she used it to create art. Thanks so much for taking part in the prompt!
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Thank you for the wonderful prompt, Susie!
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I love how you merged the painting and the quote into her reality…
the pain is there, but so is excitement
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Wow…..This is an amazing post to the painting. These words
“transmutes dreams
to nightmares,
thickly oiling the barren
landscape vivid,
livid with pain.”
I think it’s especially the “thickly oiling” that makes this so visceral….we feel the pain with those words.
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Thank you, Lill. I’d like to develop this one at some point.
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Excellent tribute to such Visual Creativity. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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I would have loved Frida to paint something inspired by my poetry!
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I am certain that the portrait would be Fabulous just as its poetic creator. (@–>–)
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Than you! 😊
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Wow, the musicality of these lines:
“thickly oiling the barren
landscape vivid,
livid with pain.”
Love the texture and sound of these words, not to mention the subject matter!
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Thank you for reading and for your appreciation.
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you used the prompt well… a perfect subject with words that hit home
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Thank you!
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You captured this piece of art so well Kim. When I think of tortured artists, Frida always comes to mind.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Wow, that painting”Without Hope” is amazing.
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Your poem matches the painting very well!
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Thank you, Jo.
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You have certainly brought Frida’s work to life. I wonder if this one might be inspired by her declining health
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Thank you Walter. This one was painted in 1945 and she didn’t die until 1954. I would hope that she didn’t suffer all that time.
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I hope not. Her bio said she had polio, a bad wreck that sent a metal rod (surgical device, i think), through her body, a bad marriage, affairs, etc. I think she was pretty close to bed ridden in her twilight years.
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thickly oiling the barren
landscape vivid…. love that!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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How interesting that I just finished watching Frieda this evening. It was a really great movie.
Vivid and livid that was the theme for sure. Still she pushed on…
Well done.
Dwight
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What a coincidence, Dwight!
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Lovely capture!
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Thank you, Ayala!
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There is a nightmarish quality in Kahlo’s work, and your poem shows an ability to see behind the scenes to the point of origin.
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Thanks Kerry!
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very powerful…so beautiful!!
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Thank you!
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