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Thursday, January 23, 2020

WILTED WONDER (photomorph) & GIVING MY DREAMS A TALKING TO (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


GIVING MY DREAMS A TALKING TO

is “let’s face the music and dance” all you
had to say to me last night? if so, we really
need to have a talk; of course, you may mean
that comment (lifted right out of old song
lyrics) metaphorically, the word “dance,”
that is, given that that activity’s been beyond
me even just to sway, for a couple of years
now, arthritis having taken over just about
every major joint and some minor ones, and
even leaning heavily on my cane or walker
handles brings no joy … BTW, that word “joy”
(used without that negating “no”), if you will
recall, is what I asked you about as I went to
sleep last night: how to find a spot of joy
every once in a while (hey, greed is fading
just like much else at this end of life) …
seems even you’ve lost your creative touch
if your answer to me is to dance; but that
feels truly more absurd the more I think
about it: you’re probably doing your usual
thing and speaking in the tongue of images:
that life makes its own odd music and I must
face it and “dance,” in whatever way, literally
or figuratively speaking, that I am able to; and
joy, well, it will or it won’t appear somewhere
in the vicinity of my awkward moving on; then
maybe, on some special night when there should
be a full moon even if there isn’t, as I sway
(if only in my mind) to the beat of life’s heart,
joy will peek out again after all this time and
smile lightly on me, a reflection of times long
gone: so, indeed, let’s face the music and dance


[free verse poem on a dream fragment of 1-22-20. I heard and sang just the bit of the song lyrics quoted in the first line above, on and off all night. And it was a long, difficult night with lots of wakings and going back to sleep. So, I did a lot of “singing” of that snatch of a song. I don’t think, even given all the times I’ve heard this song in my 76 years, I’ve ever noticed before how sad it is at one level:

“LET'S FACE THE MUSIC AND DANCE”
There may be trouble ahead
But while there's music and moonlight
and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance
Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill
and while we still have the chance
Let's face the music and dance
Soon we'll be without the moon,
humming a different tune and then
There may be teardrops to shed
So while there's moonlight
and music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance

Photomorph “Wilted Wonder” (11-20-18 002v6[10]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

WHERE'S ALL THE AQUA GOING? (photomorph) & DREAMING OF MERMAIDS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


DREAMING OF MERMAIDS

... and so, she falls asleep asking her dreams
for help, and strange as it may seem, she needs
to know what it is she most wants in life:

all night long – even when broken by
waking moments (as her sleep always has
been, from earliest childhood) – she finds
she’s dressing for a new role she’ll be
taking on: that of a mermaid

at least she thinks it’s a mermaid, the various
accoutrements available to her are not complete
(how she even knows this, she’s not certain, but
she does know it) no matter how many times she
wakes, falls back to sleep, and puts them on again,
and she’s surrounded by aqua colored light, that’s
cool and moves gently like liquid when she moves

then there’s that other woman, that almost
friend of hers, who’s also transitioning: if you’ll
pardon the use of a term used a lot these days
in another context … or maybe not really …
changing from human to non-human is a rather
huge change and certainly worthy of the term
transitioning

and each time she wakes, she’s deeply sad,
wanting only to go back to the time of transition,
to live in that world with her new friend -- yes,
the friend’s turning into a mermaid, too --
swimming together in an aqua sea


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-20-20.
😊 Sounds like a desire to return to the womb, to me! And, truthfully, I’m rarely as physically comfortable in bed as I was that night. The temperature was just right, and my joints calmed down a lot sooner than usual and stayed that way. So comfortable, that I kept re-setting my alarm in order to sleep some more. As to this dream being a possible answer to what do I most want? (I did actually incubate that issue before sleep.) That’s a bit complicated to answer. I’ve always related to the fairytale “The Little Mermaid.” And as I matured, I began to get upset with her choice to give up her tail. Yet what have I done with how I’ve lived but given up my own tail (i.e. legs)? Rather literally. The arthritis is bad enough now (along with vertigo) that I use a walker all the time. And can’t take long walks anymore. Or maybe, the dream is simply pointing out the obvious: I want to live in fantasy. Something I’ve tended to do my entire life. Well, if that’s the case, I can be grateful that I still have what I most want and have always done best: to wander around in my imagination. However, I’ve often wondered if one loses one’s fertile imagination when dementia enters the picture. Like, how do we know what a demented person thinks/feels/imagines? Is there still a lively universe behind that troubled and disappearing connection to the shared universe of interpersonal interactions? Yeah, obvious here, isn’t it: the thought of losing my ability to imagine is very upsetting. And living in a community of elders, many of whom are in various stages and types of dementia, can make one hyper aware of any slip of one’s own memory, or speech, etc. There’s more to this, but I’d better quit here. That “more” having to do with individual perceptions that get accepted as reality, and how memory is not unchangeable. Well, maybe I needn’t worry since it’s all a big constantly shifting energy mass anyway. Any stability is an accident and/or illusion, and at most, only temporary. Yikes! See what dreaming of mermaids can do to me? Photomorph “Where’s All The Aqua Going?” 6-28-09 2988v5b[3]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

ESCAPING ON THE WIND (photomorph) & HER STORY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


HER STORY

best I tell this story, this tale of night-time
betrayal (yes, it’s still betrayal even if one
always knew it would happen) in my
“she” voice, it puts some space between
the memory and the telling, space in
which the “I” voice can catch its breath…

ok, here goes: he’s got her and got her
all too good in his grip, she’s going to be
raped, no matter she keeps on struggling,
managing with each new hold he gets on
her, to slip away a few inches, only to
find herself closer to being violated …

then she vividly recalls seeing a
documentary on an ancient Hawaiian
martial art, called “Empty Bowl,”
disguised, back in the days when it
was developed, as dance moves

she instantly places herself in one
defensive position she clearly recalls
that involves using one’s head, but
her determined rapist recognizes
what she’s doing and laughs out loud,
remarking in words he spits out one
by one like bullets that she’d be
embarrassed, nay, ashamed, if she
could see how stupid she looks
in that position

but how she looks never was the
issue (the sad truism being rape’s
always about power … power
over) and now that his laser-like
focus on invading her body has been
briefly broken she’s able to make
a lightning fast get away:

freed ultimately by his gargantuan
need to belittle


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-18-20. Like far too many women, I’ve not escaped many different levels of sexual abuse by men (from childhood on; by family members, friends, total strangers). Even so, one might say this dream’s use of rape to represent an interaction I have with this actual male in my life, is going too far. But I think the opposite is actually true. My dream world used a scary, intense image to force me to pay attention to a situation that’s unhealthy for me, about which I’ve been largely in denial. A situation that could only have survived as long as it has because of my sexual abuse history: at some level that I tend to hide from myself, I still relate automatically as a victim and am readily, therefore, spotted by victimizers. I hasten to add, this is all complicated by my desire to take responsibility for my life and feelings, not to take the easy way out and blame others. Photomorph “Escaping on the Wind” (3-7-19 2-21-19[25]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Monday, January 20, 2020

NO ROOM FOR THE MOON (photomorph) & NO ROOM (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


NO ROOM

why do I see your face
in everyone’s? hear your voice, a low
grumble in my gut

I’m not fool enough
to think you’re anything more than
symbolic language:
my own insistence on self-attention
breaking through layers of denial

yes, sadly, I’ve long
suspected we are very much alike –
not. that. likable.
and it’s puzzled me ‘til I just now faced up
to your self-involved stare in the mirror:

a narcissist’s love leaves no room for any other


[a dreamku, two tanka, and a one-liner on a dream of 1-17-20. This experience of “seeing” and “hearing” someone everywhere in my waking life, happens to me occasionally. The last time was several years ago (with a different relative that time), as it has done once in a while since I was 12 years old. The person I kept “seeing” that first time was – oddly enough – a complete stranger. All subsequent “visitors” have been relatives. BTW, I don’t always manage to understand the “reason” for the “visits.” I.e., it’s rare to find so much (difficult to take in) psychological meaning in one. In fact, I usually just note the phenomenon and maybe have an imaginary conversation or two with the person.
😊 Photomorph “No Room for the Moon” (6-28-09 2988v4i[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Saturday, January 18, 2020

PAINTING THE NIGHT (photomorph) & THE BLISTERING RUB (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE BLISTERING RUB

only on recalling the dream do I also
recall I’ve had very similar ones before:
only there’s an honesty in it (or is it more
a fear leaking out of the basement reaches
of the dream like radon) that I don’t think
has shown up in others; yes, in each
previous dream my painting is outstanding,
one might call it top notch photorealism
framed by an artistic eye, but (and here’s
the blistering rub) in this version of the
recurring dream theme, all my art is copied
from others’ highly touted work, making
the pile of my paintings that I flip through,
unframed and some still drying, more like
photocopies: were it not for the fact one can
actually feel my brushstrokes and smell
the paint as it dries (here, sniff, this one is of
a gloriously tangled wood, somehow bearing a
green aroma); sigh, this only means my work
is like that of a counterfeiter … hm, maybe
I’ve always known this, and wonder sadly in
the dream if this is why I don’t like to charge
much if anything at all for my art: lay no
claim to be it being other than what it is
by conspicuous pricing, and how can I be
faulted if someone mistakes it
for a masterpiece?


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-17-20. Photomorph “Painting the Night” (7-23-09 4124v4g[3]) by Roswila)

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Friday, January 17, 2020

THE SIX OF SWORDS (Taiga Tarot card design) & THE LAY OF THE LAND (dream haiku pair) by Roswila


THE LAY OF THE LAND

re-mapping flight
I sit outside between the wings
they bend

we’re so far from home
I insist we turn around
mirror bright lakes


[dream haiku pair dreamed/written March 2008, with some tweaking done for re-posting today. Yes, another re-posting, selected from that old handwritten dream haiku notebook of mine. I think this is one of the first examples of a pair (or more) of dream haiku on one dream. I started doing this about the time I moved here to CA in February of 2008. I was wanting to include more about a dream (dream haiku almost always require focusing on just one aspect of a dream). I was also wanting more “room” (i.e., words, lines) in which to address whatever aspect I chose to of a dream. Though I have to admit, I think singleton dream haiku have proven over time to be more successful as writing and as a dream record, than the many dream haiku series I wrote for a while. As to the pic accompanying this post, this dream haiku pair also generated a design for the Six of Swords in my Tarot deck-in-progress, The Taiga Tarot. (BTW, I’m still hoping to produce more cards for this deck. I even have a couple drafted and sketched out, in my old manila older. But life keeps making other plans.
😊) Photo “Six of Swords” (Current Pix, taiga tarot pgk, 6S4 [jpg]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

REFLECTION (photomorph) & "overcast river..." (dream haiku) by Roswila


overcast river
she returns to stand by
the rock splitting tree


[dream haiku, dreamed/written January 2008. Did some tweaking of this one. I’ve always had a particular fondness for its mood, but found the writing not quite right. I think I may have finally gotten it into good shape. But who knows? As the cliché goes, only time will tell. That is, only in time will I (maybe) rest easy with its expression. BTW, it’s working up to raining here soon, so it’s an appropriate choice for today’s post in whatever shape it may be in. Also, in case it isn’t obvious, this ‘ku is from one of those old books of my handwritten dream haiku that I’ve been (re-)posting from for a while now. Photomorph “Reflection” (Camera Roll …Pro[6]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

IN THE WAKE OF THE FLOOD (photomorph) & MORE THE FOOL (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


MORE THE FOOL

flood after flash flood channeled from afar
to here, and I, more the fool, keep standing
right in their predictable path, sand-bagging
beforehand, and cleaning up and re-organizing
after each tumult rushes on; what a doofus,
why not just move, stand my ground some
other place? I mean, I can’t even lay claim
to a mythology to shore up my thoroughly
bedraggled sense of self, such as: their waters
leave the land ever more fertile, like the Nile
in ancient times; hell, the only thing with
increasing fertility around here as the waters
begin to rumble warningly in the distance
again, is my anxiety: I’m not prepared yet
for another inundation – they’re coming closer
together these days – so I’d best stop all this
ruminating and start piling on the sand bags,
or I’ll be tumbled and agitated right down
to the sea, all while getting beaten
on the rocks like so much dirty laundry


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-13-20. Photomorph “In the Wake of the Flood” (Archives 5-25-09 1718ev3[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

LASSOING THE MOON (photomorph) & TAKING DICTATION (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


TAKING DICTATION

why’m I taking down the lyrics (by hand, with a
pen!) for all these songs as they play? I had too many
years of taking dictation back in the day, when I had
no choice -- it was, after all, one of the few skills that
I could get paid for using -- but now? who’m I even
taking down the words of these admittedly delightful
songs for, anyway? I’m sure as hell not getting paid
to do it, and I can’t see myself doing it “just for the
fun of it;” hey, trailing the mash up of short hand
symbols and English abbreviations I’d developed
behind the spoken words of some impatient or
simply oblivious boss, was never my favorite way
to earn a living (give me straight-ahead typing
from a page: I was quite a typist in the day, still am,
relatively speaking) but here I am on the fourth in
a series of songs: the first three’d been classically
inclined, all neatly and accurately entered in my
small spiral bound dictation notebook, while this
fourth (and, somehow, I know to be the last I’ll
be setting down the words for on a page) is a
country western song, performed by the young,
dark-haired woman who wrote it: why’s it giving
me such trouble? I can barely keep up, losing
the tail end of almost every line of the lyrics, yet
it all seems to hold together in an odd way, as I
lasso as many of the words I’m able to when they
rear up from the rhythm and pitch; and I sense
it’s OK to remain silent, not to ask her to slow
down so that I may keep up: I’m relieved to
go on writing, capturing what words I can in
whatever amount and in whatever combination
of shorthand and abbreviations (looped or
slip knotted, tangled or languidly loose)
slip from my pen in my desire to do this last
song’s poetry at least a wee bit of justice


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-13-20. Photomorph “Lassoing the Moon” (6-28-09 2988v4c[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

AGITATED REFLECTION (photomorph) & "MIRROR, MIRROR..." (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


“MIRROR, MIRROR …

on the wall” … well, not on it quite yet, I’m still
trying to figure out the safest way to hang it, if I
don’t want it to fall off into a pile of angry,
magical shards; it’s always a risk to rely on
magic, shining in the electric air, to turn out
the way it was intended; and, hey, why do I
keep visualizing how to fix this smallish mirror
in its inelegant but serviceable frame to this
particular wall which is already nothing but solid
mirror? yeah, as if when this box I call a room
was first built, this one wall was constructed of
a thick, old, fun house mirror that melts and
twists the images it offers: ah, here’s a sort of
“pre-quest” -- little mirror, yet to be safely fixed
to this mirror of a wall, forget any comparisons
to who’s fairest in this cramped queendom …
this is, after all, not a fairy tale, but my life …
and once I ask you the question I’ve not yet teased
out of a passel of possibles and unknowns, please
reflect what presents directly to you as your
response; I can compensate for the inevitable
reversal of images -- left for right is not such a big
deal to cope with -- if you’ll give me an honest,
simple answer to the question I’ve not yet been
able to select, needing the clarity of reflection to
guide me; sigh, a conundrum: if I don’t ever take
the chance and hang you, risk your ultimate fall
into nothing but cutting shards, reflecting what-
ever the huge mirror-wall goes on warping, I’ll
never discover what it is I so desperately want
to ask you, much less, actually ask it


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-12-20. Two heavy influences on this dream: that book of re-worked fairy tales I’m reading (applicable here, Snow White), and the new movie “John Wick 3: Parabellum.” I hasten to note that I would not have chosen to watch that movie last night, knowing what a violent series it is. But my company (and good friend) likes the series and so I decided to go with it. Well, I won’t put up a review here (these three letters will suffice: ACK!), but there were intense scenes of people being tossed into glass mirror-like boxes, shattering them (the boxes, and the people!). At one point I said to him (my company) that it was like an old carnival hall of mirrors gone totally berserk. Photomorph “Agitated Reflection” (Screenshots 6, 10-21-19[87]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Saturday, January 11, 2020

THE GONE GATE (photomorph) & "turning to face..." (dream haiku) by Roswila


turning to face
a gate overgrown by vines
no going back


[dream haiku, dreamed/written in mid-March 2008. BTW, I’d just moved from New York City to CA on February 6, 2008. This is one of those dream haiku from my handwritten notebooks, going back decades in some instances. (Yeah, I’m still wandering through the last of the three notebooks.) For the past couple of years, my life’s been more than usually taken up with looking back. I’m faced with what I went through from childhood forward, and still can do nothing about. It’s as if those vines have me between a rock and a hard place (there’s no “do overs,” and I can’t fully move on). Photomorph “The Gone Gate” (Archival 5-25-09 1726v14d[2]) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Friday, January 10, 2020

DIGGING UP THE EGG (photomorph) & STONE EGGS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


STONE EGGS

no, I mutter over and over to myself, I don’t
want her visiting me, not even in my dreams;
I’ve wrestled for days since she last invaded
with her double-barreled insincerity, whether I
should write about it – I do hate to let go of any
dream that manages to hang around despite
everything else (conscious and unconscious)
trying to shove it out of the way (I know
all too well what it’s like to be ignored) but
I also don’t want to encourage any more night
visits from her by reporting on them in my
rag-tag way, how this or that happened and
that it may very well mean this or that or some
other thing to me or to her or to who knows
else (and, really, who cares, anyway?) …
damn! this dream begins to feel too much like
a prophecy I will regret having to fulfill (who
needs or wants another probably only self-
fulfilling prophecy in one’s life?) oy, wait a
minute, I just recalled that someone else
also barged in from whom I want to stop
visits – right up in my dreaming face, no
less -- just last night: he was all smiles,
insisting that things between us are not only
fine and dandy, but brilliant and under control;
well, I won’t belabor that further, giving this
flash of a dream – or the one of her -- any more
credence, or poke either of them any more
awake than it already is, by fussing at it; sigh …
I’ve never found a way to adequately explain this:
no matter who may parade through my dreams
(or my waking ruminations) while I wrestle with
re-learning simpler things -- like how to stand
on my own two feet -- even then I can see
THE. EMPEROR’S. NOT. WEARING.
ANY. CLOTHES!
NO. CLOTHES.
AT. ALL …
hell.
what makes me think we aren’t all totally
exposed to those with the eyes to see
the possibility of prophecies embedded
within their vision, like raw gems
in their imaginary stone eggs

[free verse poem connecting two dreams, the first dreamed on 1/5/20, the other on 1/7/20. This is one of those poems I’ve seriously considered scrapping. It’s way too wordy and crammed with various ideas and hints thereof, but I can’t seem to get it edited down. Ah well, as I say in the poem “who cares anyway…” However, I can answer that by saying that almost certainly only I do. Yeah, and I also care enough not to put writing out there that I find so questionable. And yet, and yet … the poem no more wants to be ignored than I ever have (if I may add anthropomorphism to my list of writing sins with respect to this poem). So here this deeply problematic dream poem is, numerous warts and all. Photomorph “Digging Up the Egg” (Screenshots 6, 10-2-19v2[55]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Thursday, January 09, 2020

CAULDRON OF THE SUN (photomorph) & TO BOIL, OR NOT TO BOIL ... (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


TO BOIL, OR NOT TO BOIL …

ah! now I understand why they keep
ordering me (in a saccharine sort of way)
not to get my blood in a boil, as if it were
the dregs of soup in an ancient cauldron

it’s not to be helpful to me, no, no, but
to them! you see, I slipped up this time:
too exhausted after cleaning up after an
unusually sloppy day on all their parts
(which, of course, they blamed on me)
I let my natural tendency to boil
roil away

and lo and behold, everything they’d
added to the brew -- fueled by their habits
and spiced with malice of forethought --
turned to steam … and then? just floated
away, nice as you please! trailing their
pile up of poisons behind like manic
mare’s tails, only a gleaming
emptiness remaining

just let them try to cook up something now:
new, old, alien, human, sweet, sour (you
get my drift), it "makes no never mind..."
I’m ready for them!


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-8-20. This Cinderella-like dream was clearly influenced by a wonderful book of poems and short stories I’m reading: SNOW WHITE LEARNS WITCHCRAFT. One might call it “fractured fairytales.” Only in every case I’ve read so far, what the author -- Theodora Goss -- has done (IMHO) is to take them toward further wholeness, integrating something missing. To be truthful, the book is also giving me an itchy case of writer's envy. (I'm fairly sure there will be a fairy tale later on in her book that deals with envy.
😊) Photomorph “Cauldron of the Sun” (7-11-09 3700ev2[3]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Wednesday, January 08, 2020

"In the cool, cool, cool of the evening ... " (photomorph) & "slow breathing ..." (non-dream monoku) by Roswila


slow breathing the royal blue pool cover after the storm


[non-dream monoku written 1-6-20. Photomorph “In the cool, cool, cool of the evening…” (7-28-09 4560v2[4] by Roswila; yes, title is from the song of the same name, listen to Rosemary Clooney sing it on YouTube sometime … cool!]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.