Haze Poem by James Fitzpatrick

Haze

Rating: 5.0


Dreams skip through the blue of an early morn,
Dancing on painted cobwebbed graphics,
digging up gardens of crawling carpet,

crunching the grubs which stand alone.
The Lupines sway in the beauty of youth
Stretching then jousting then wriggling then plucked,

As the morning crashes in to realities wall, and you're
Confused by the direction it took. Through an overhead mirror
You peer through your past, you paint as a hobo with

blue now all black, you fight with the colour of songbirds
in tune, you take pictures as if you were dead.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Haze refers to how you remember distant parts of your life, and how you try to remember a dream. Some parts vividly, others you remember with difficulty. You are clear about things you enjoyed, not so clear about things you didn't.

After getting Polio and a subsequent limp when she was young Freda Kahlo (Artist) was in a Crash. She broke her Spine and Pelvis is 3 places, her right leg in 11 and her right foot was dislocated and crushed. She was forced to convalesce in bed for 6 months. She painted to remember the things she never got to do, and was greatly affected by the Mexican Revolution. She had a mirror overhead and painted herself and her inner feelings. She once stated her childhood was full of colours and dept before the accident, transparent and shallow after. This poem reflects how she was sitting dreaming on her bus ride the day before in the first two verses, and how she was the morning after the accident in the next two.
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