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What a beautiful poetic reply, Lisa, "Sometimes thick with texture other times, thinly laid like the gossamer threads of a rich scarf wrapped around my senses". I hope you use that in a poem, Lisa. To answer your question, my poem evolved from my own suffering in juxtaposition with Frida's, of all women who bear art, children, and lovers. Somehow this type of art, of poetry removes us from our individual map of pain and pleasure and wraps us inside the freedom to be who we already always are and we paint the fabric of the universe with our joys and sufferings for others to see. ~Thank you. ~Anna The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron

Hi Mr. Scribbler, yes, I had thought of it, but then that change would be a little different in its interpretation, no? Frida's burning bed is an image forever burned into my mind and heart. (It was also a great movie about wife abuse starring Farrah Fawcett.) Thanks for reading and wondering, who knows I may yet change it. ~Anna The whole modern world has divided itself into Conservatives and Progressives. The business of Progressives is to go on making mistakes. The business of the Conservatives is to prevent the mistakes from being corrected. G.K. Chesteron