Triny Xiang Poet Free verse

Let's respect our two homes

Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one that plows through life
The one that gives a son a ride
Today I’m the dove in a steel corset

I and I will come out holding hands
The famous couple of my home
The bridge between the two homes hiding
We cannot be in two places at once
But in my mind, I am both Diego and Frida
Sometimes the bridge is all I am
Between the rebels and sycophant
There lies the truest artist
The revolutionary bridge called my back

I’ll clean my brush with turpentine
I’ll put a shroud over my latest canvas
I’ll shine up my steel corset
I’ll pull out the nails leaving stigmatas
I wouldn’t do this for anyone
I would do it for you, my darling
Not even for my elefante or paloma
Only for my infant coming to visit
I’ll preen my feathers for my chick

The dove hobbles halfway to the bridge
I await my better half lumbering
We’ll merge as an elephant with wings
We’ll use the foyer Diego loves best
When love returns we’ll be whole
All doors blue, red and white will open
My manly half in my best Zoot suit
The dove in my best Tehuana dress
When you come our home will be whole

The house doesn’t need to be clean
We only need to be holding hands
We only need to be a bridge to love
Cover only what comfort allows
Let go of what’s respectable
Good artists are always messy
Even the bridge doesn’t matter
Only how you greet loved ones
Being a respectful connection

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Ink Empress May 11, 2024 at 10:23 PM This is such a deeply moving and meaningful write woven with excellent metaphors and descriptive storytelling of how you feel in the most artistic manner! I especially love “There lies the truest artist The revolutionary bridge called my back” thats just clever! So good! Impressive line“ Good artists are always messy Even the bridge doesn’t matter Only how you greet loved ones Being a respectful connection”couldnt have said it any better! Impeccable write! Pleasure reading this

Hilda Greenhough May 1, 2024 at 8:18 PM This is an awesome poem. The dichotomy of an artists mind becomes magic in a painting. I like how you phrased these thoughts. Triny Xiang May 6, 2024 at 4:42 PM Dear Hilda, I was inspired by Diego and Frida's home or rather homes separated by a bridge. The blue one, of course, is Frida's. This lesson can be a metaphor for the mind, each respecting their respective spaces, especially the SuperEgo getting into everyone's business. Thank you.