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Tuesday, December 10, 2019

CLEARING A PATH (photomorph) & ON APPROACHING MY 76th BIRTHDAY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


ON APPROACHING MY 76th BIRTHDAY

a tall, lidded garbage can and my old, rebuilt
vacuum stand (the first full, and the second
ready but for a dust cup emptying) like two
old friends, well, not friends, more like hoary
acquaintances who’d rather not be left together
like this, in a corner of my bedroom

so, this is what my life’s come down to, all I
have to look forward to on waking: coping with
chores that threaten to overwhelm my arthritic
joints and vertiginous mind, not to mention my
empty soul, that like a garbage can or vacuum
is now only a way station for remainders, for
broken bits and pieces, and the constantly
collecting lint of an unraveling life


[non-dream free verse poem written 12-10-19. My apologies for the self-pity in this, but it is where I’m at way too often these days. The poem was the result of feeling really nauseous and sitting down hurriedly on my bed before even attempting to make it. When I finally raised my head the first things I saw were the garbage can and vacuum. And I groaned. Hell, I’d just had to sit before even making my bed! More chores to be done?! So, I grabbed for the note pad I keep next to my bed (for dreams and anything else I don’t want to forget before morning) and began scribbling. As I did, I realized I’d not used this as a poem-producing trick in a long time: look around a space I’m in and pick an actual object to describe and see where it takes me. Not surprised these two old acquaintances took me down the path to self-pity. And it’s hours later as I keyboard all this. I’m feeling no better and don’t have much hope of improving. BTW, my 76th b’day is in less than a month. Photomorph “Clearing a Path” (7-5-09 3229e.v2d[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.

Saturday, December 07, 2019

FOOTPRINTS OF THE FERAL (photomorph) & THAT FERAL LOOK (dream-based monologue) by Roswila


THAT FERAL LOOK

“yeah,” I repeat, “for someone who’s been ‘on
report’ more than anyone, ever, it’s surprising
…no, stunning…that you’ve not been ‘invited’
to move out or at the very least been called
unceremoniously on the carpet numerous times
…oh, you say, you don’t understand why
anyone would report you to begin with? well,
that ignorance points to a probable explanation
for all those reports (if not for their lack of impact
on management): you don’t know diddly squat
about human interactions … not that I’m setting
myself up as someone who knows all that much
myself, but I do know there are times to speak up,
to take a firm, unyielding, even aggressive stand,
and times to shut up, cut one’s losses, and run
like hell … just as now, that look on your face
is decidedly feral: I’m outta here!”


[monologue based on a dream of 12-3-19. I’ll leave it unexplained. Suffice it to say, in the actual dream I was the person “on report.” And in order to express what I needed to from this dream, I changed points of view in the above writing, but not the dream content or trajectory. Photomorph “Footprints of the Feral” (Screenshots/many 1-25-19[40]) 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, December 06, 2019

IT'S TEMPTING TO CALL THEM STARS (photomorph) & A NEW SONG AT AN OLD COUNTRY WESTERN BAR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


A NEW SONG AT AN OLD
COUNTRY WESTERN BAR

“old flames…can’t hold a candle to you…”*
resounds from the juke box as I squeeze
by it to leave this night of dancing and song
behind; yeah, I think, can you imagine that?
another meltdown and she’s bragging about it?
I begin to slow waltz (country western songs
are often wannabe waltzes, aren’t they) out
the long narrow, side alley entrance to this
dive bar, singing a country western ditty I’ve
begun composing as I swirl: “…the cowboys,
the lovers, the tramps…” as a trio of laughing
emoticons rises in my mind’s eye: a grinner,
a winker, and sideways looker; I wonder as I
slow waltz (it’s a lengthy exit, just as it took
an entire song to enter) how many more ways
can I represent my feelings on love with
the opposite sex? well…I stop short and look
up at the thin strip of stars I can see between
the building tops above…how’s about trying
the literal level for once? there’s no one here
to challenge or correct or talk me out of or
into anything: I lay it out for the stars and
myself in whispers, with a cowboy you’re
one of a herd, with a lover you’re just another
ego trip, and with a tramp he’s here today and
gone tonight; I’ve clearly reached the end of
my long waltz, and the stars have nothing
to add as I settle into walking on into
the deepening night of the city streets,
alternately singing and silently
pondering my new song


[free verse poem on a dream of 12-4-19. *Old Flames written and sung by Dolly Parton. I’ve mentioned here before, I’m sure, that I’m a major country western music fan (classic, not what passes for it nowadays that’s mostly glitzy pop with a dash of country you might just catch if you’re quick). As I’ve been saying here for a few weeks, I’ve been doing a lot more singing in my dreams than is usual for me. This one is even more unusual in that I was writing a song in the dream. Although I have composed tunes/chants in dreams in the past, it’s not been anywhere near as frequent an occurrence as my singing a known song. I got much further long with “my new song” in this dream, but lost all on waking but the little I mention above. I have found writing (words) and tunes to be the hardest to retain in detail on waking. Though they always leave deep if usually rather shapeless imprints in the wet sands of morning. Photomorph “It’s Tempting to Call Them Stars” (9-11-13v2[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.

Thursday, December 05, 2019

BY MORNING'S LIGHT (photomorph) & ...TO SEE THE LIGHT (dream writing) by Roswila


…TO SEE THE LIGHT

the dream’s completely taken up with funerals,
not actual ones, but an on-going comparison
of the various types; what it ultimately boils
down to are three important aspects common
to them all (and there does seem to be a great
many styles in which people can be sent on
their final ways); as these three aspects found
in all funerals are repeated so as not to be
forgotten, a voice like that of a small
child starts softly singing “I’m…
beginning to see the light”


[on a dream of 12-3-19. Another dream with a song in it. This time, though, the dream “I” was not doing the singing, but observing the entire scene. In a dream I had last night, though, “I” was not only singing, but writing a song as I did.
😊 (I’ve drafted a poem on it and will probably post it tomorrow.) When I googled for the full lyrics and listened to various versions of the song referenced in the above writing, I was delighted it had come up in a dream. I’d forgotten what a lovely song it is! Click here to listen to Doris Day’s rendition. (Yes, her singing of it is right up there with Ella Fitzgerald and Peggy Lee, as far as I’m concerned.) BTW, I still haven’t quite gotten a handle on this dream. Right now, I’m thinking “It’s always darkest before the dawn.” But I know there’s more to it. Photomorph “By Morning’s Light” (2-6-19 (6)[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, December 04, 2019

THE CLAMORING (photomorph) & ORIGAMI PARADE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


ORIGAMI PARADE

getting above it all gives one a different
perspective on things, or so it’s been said;
but, day after day, all I find here is memories
that like sentient origami figures, unfold and
fold and refold themselves in a never ending
perfect storm of new and ever more alien
forms whose languages I somehow under-
stand: maybe it’s the all too familiar agony
their morphing causes, like aromas hooking
and landing fish after fish, whatever! they
do what they do and I suffer it; at least
most of the time the sun is bright up here,
casting, if only for a moment, a clarifying
light on each origami shape in the parade
as it rises in memory, folding and unfolding
and instantly refolding into some strange yet
familiar creature of opportunity and distance


[non-dream free verse poem written 12-3-19. Photomorph “The Clamoring” (008v2[5]) 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, December 03, 2019

WATCH YOUR STEP (photo) & "has it been worth it? ..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


has it been worth it?
this “long strange trip” we’re on?
spin your own answer
it’s all you’re likely to get
in this madly morphing world


[non-dream tanka written 12-2-19. Those words in quotes are from the Grateful Dead song TRUCKIN’. I’d begun singing it under my breath while sitting yesterday on the balcony that overlooks our retirement community’s pool. Photo “Watch Your Step” (5-25-09 1719[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, November 30, 2019

AUTUMN ATTEMPTS A BRONZING (photo) & ALWAYS, ALWAYS ... (on a dream) by Roswila


ALWAYS, ALWAYS …

always, always having to choose!
she read somewhere that we have
too many choices available to us
in our society and that at an
unconscious level this only adds
to our anxiety – no kidding! she’s
known this since she was a child, her
go-to response when overwhelmed
by choices? “I can’t!” and how that
irritated her father, whose go-to
response was “Can’t never got
anything done…” did it not occur
to him that getting nothing done
is a response? anyway, here she
is faced with a series of choices
hanging on a long wall; she walks
up to the first glancing briefly
at the rest down the line, and realizes
they are all live action, abstract photos,
glowing a pale bronze, the differences
between them subtle but to which she
has quick reactions; her first response
being the knowledge she’s to review
them all and keep weeding them out
until only two are left; she makes
surprisingly quick work of the task,
and even finds herself enjoying it;
when only the final two remain she
stands briefly looking from one softly
glowing image to the other; before she
can take another breath they merge in
front of her astonished eyes: all these
animated photos she sorted so carefully
through have really been just this
single one all along


[on a dream of 11-27-19. I googled for the symbolism of bronze as a color: “The bronze color … [has] a strength that can indicate stability, security, and sturdiness.” What hit me immediately was: my only choice given all the choices life presents us with, is to access the strength to maintain stability in the face of them. Tall order, that! Photo “Autumn Attempts a Bronzing” (9-11-13 032[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.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

NIGHTSCAPADE (photomorph) & DANCING HALOS (dream & memory based poem) by Roswila


DANCING HALOS

even as she sings, she notes the painful
irony: “I could have danced all night …”
she can’t even recall the last time she truly
danced, not just bobbed and weaved to the beat,
by herself, clinging to her trusty, tall walking
stick, in the middle of a crowded Halloween
party; “… and still have begged for more…”
yep, some part of her is always begging, she
thinks, as she wakes and recalls having sung
this song, and suffers bitter-sweet memories
of doing just that: dancing all night, spinning
out to music at Barefoot Boogie, that large dance
studio she and her fellow poets had to climb five
flights of loft stairs each Saturday night to rock in,
sweaty and literally barefoot; then there was her
delightful winding down walk to the subway to go
home (unassisted by any “mobility device,” imagine
that!), past all the artists lining the Greenwich Village
sidewalks and selling their work, as basketball players
jumped and scrambled behind the high chain link
fence of the corner park, the air suffused with the
heady aroma of an endless mix of incenses rising
to dissipate in the electric light halos; sigh, no
more halos and no more dancing all night, not in
many, many years, and the memories of them,
no more substantial than the dusting of a
wild variety of long faded incense aromas


[mix of dream singing of 11-27-19, and subsequent memories it called up on waking. The song “I Could Have Danced All Night” is from My Fair Lady and one I pretty much can sing from conscious memory. (But it sounded a hell of a lot better in this little dream, for sure.) Greenwich Village is that famous area of lower westside Manhattan, New York City, known for its artists and musicians and writers, from the 60’s forward. (“Bohemian” folk was the expression often used.) I’m a former NYC denizen and often found myself in Greenwich Village from my teen years, well into my late 50’s, I’d say. (I’ve been here in CA only 12 years. And in case you’re not a regular reader of this blog, I am 75 and mobility challenged.) BTW, this dream song continues the recent trend of singing in my dreams. ALSO: HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Photomorph “Nightscapade” (7-22-09 4084v23[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.

Sunday, November 24, 2019

SHADOW SHOW (photomorph) & "layers of shadows..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


layers of shadows
playing on a white brick wall
nothing more … nothing less


[non-dream haiku written 11-22-19. Photomorph “Shadow Show” (6-28-09 2988v5a[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.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

SINGING ONE'S HEART OUT (photo) & ELVIS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ELVIS

from the breath and heart
of singer after singer:

“…and I … will always love you …”

as each one has stepped into
focus as if from backstage, I wonder if
they have the musical chops anymore;
they are all aging and some weren’t
singers even in their vanishing youth;
but each one of them takes on the song
as if it were that proverbial piece of cake,
doing the love song not only full justice
but bringing a unique and deeply moving
flavor to their rendition; all that is, but the last:
Elvis Presley … uh oh! although it’s good to see
him – it’s been a long time since he’s visited –
how will he handle this melodically challenging
song? if the man standing here were the young
Elvis I’d not be concerned: “Love Me Tender”
was seriously and sweetly sung, but this man
in the spotlight of attention is the Elvis of his
late Las Vegas years, voice going … going …
all but gone, crazed, bit by bit, in the decades
of his ultimately failed struggles to fully realize
his talents; yet, he maintains his commitment
to this performance, and when pitch or control
cracks and flakes away like rust from some old,
heavily battered tail-gate truck, the grace
of his still true heart fills in the gaps


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-20-19. Another evening of dreams in which singing was central, the fourth time in recent weeks. Though singing/music in my dreams is not all that unusual, a few nights in a row, is. And this is actually the first visit from Elvis in what may be years. (He’s shown up in my dreams occasionally over the decades.) It’s been a while since I’ve mentioned this, I think: singing, of any kind and by anyone, is a multi-layered and powerful dream image for me. My father was a professional singer, and his parents sang in Vaudeville, back in the day. BTW, the song sung in this dream was “I Will Always Love You,” written and first recorded by Dolly Parton. If by some odd chance you’ve never heard her version, or Elvis sing “Love Me Tender,” I’d highly recommend you hie your way over to YouTube. Hm, in referencing those two songs together like this, I can see them as a dialogue: his request, her answer. Photo “Singing One’s Heart Out” (9-11-13 053v9[5]) 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, November 17, 2019

EMBELLISHING THE VOID (photomorph) & BETTER THAN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


BETTER THAN

she once cried out in a poem to have her father
sing to her, sing to her, sing to her of being
loving father and child; maybe that yearning
for even the fleeting comfort that could be
found in the generational center to our hollow
family heart -- the act of singing -- maybe
this is why when pain totally takes over her life
she finds herself singing in her dreams, night after
night, filling the abyss where, at least as the stories
go, love should reside (but never has); tonight,
it’s a sad old country western song that slips
more readily off her imagined tongue than it ever
could in waking life (would that tune, harmonies,
and lyrics could come to her waking memory,
and her vocal chords, as accurately and artistically
as they do her sleeping recall); tonight, it’s an old
country western song she’s always liked
but rarely thinks to listen to
…"the only thing different
the only thing new
I've got your picture
she's got you…”
well, she murmurs in her dream,
(somewhat sardonically)
I have always had to settle
for small comforts and I suppose
they’re better than unremitting
emptiness


[free verse poem based on a dream of 11-16-19. Here’s a link to Patsy Kline singing that song, "She’s Got You". Photomorph “Embellishing the Void” (3-26-14 002v2c[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, November 15, 2019

SOLITARY DINING (photo) & LICKETY-SPLIT (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


LICKETY-SPLIT

“Happy talk keep talkin’ happy talk,
talk about things you like to do,
you’ve gotta have a dream,
if you don’t have a dream
how you gonna have a dream come true”…
so, this is the answer I get from my dreams
when I yell to them for “H-E-L-P!!”?
and sung in your voice, no less?
of all the men my dreams could’ve chosen
it had to be you, that dear man I crushed on,
all those years ago, who’d often laugh lightly
as we’d spend some precious
and rare time together,
and say “You are so gullible!”
sheesh!
just how was I to take that back then,
just as now:
is what you or my dream said true?
does my hunger lead me to swallow whole
what I shouldn’t, am I fully at the mercy
of what I hear?
or should I (as has often been my inclination
anyway, and my sorrow and pain
when I don’t follow that tug)
remember I should take everything
with a grain of salt,
and like some malnourished deer
return lickety-split to that salt-lick
deep in the woods of my instincts


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-13-19. This was an actual man out of my long ago … I almost typed “youth,” but it would be more accurate to say “ early middle-age.” BTW, he did call me gullible often enough. The song lyrics are from “Happy Talk,” from the musical South Pacific. I don’t have the time to go into all the associations I have to that song/show. Suffice it to say, they bring up a host of additional “messages” in this dream. However, for the purposes of this dream poem, I’ve chosen to go with the “message” triggered for me by the contrast between the song lyrics and the man. Photo “Eating Alone” (7-7-09 3436e) 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, November 12, 2019

BREAK OUT (photo) & THE ACCIDENTAL GIFT (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE ACCIDENTAL GIFT

may I never forget that time you glanced toward me,
not expecting to find me standing there: the brilliance
of your smile flashing quickly across your rugged face
-- as if I were a sunrise after an abysmal night,
or the moon, when not even its appearance
felt guaranteed in a world gone awry --
and vanishing as quickly as if it had never been,
but not before I’d caught your accidental gift
and filed it away in joy; today, I pass where we
stood briefly that afternoon and am delighted
that in a world in which nothing has felt,
or been right in years, I still recall
this heady highlight of my old age …
hell, of my entire life


[non-dream poem written 11-11-19. An actual precious memory. Which right now, as I post it here, is beginning to calm me after a major melt-down. Photo “Break Out” (3460e[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.

Monday, November 11, 2019

Old Photo of Patricia; & SOMETHING OTHER (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


SOMETHING OTHER

even decades ago, when she sat, eyes shut, warming under
the sun, even then when she was that much younger, she was
trying to burn something off, almost always a hangover;
in the later years, food bingeing replaced those attempts
with drink to control the accreted layers of asphyxiating
emotions; but now, just as back then, it is and was about
so much more than any one excuse for a binge; they
imprisoned her early, wrapped her ‘round, again and
again, with pain and trauma, and by who or what, she barely
knows anymore, if she ever did; all the stories she’d been
handed or told herself about her tangle of shrouds bleed
now into each other liked a drowned water color portrait
she keeps trying to restore; but today she forgoes habitual
navel gazing, quits fussing at what never loosens up
or offers any clarity, and gets back to this pleasant
and lazy attempt to allow a burning off under
the autumnal sun; content, for once, to be
focused on something other than
the smothering cacophony within


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-10-19. Meh! I like some of the images but it doesn’t really work. It’s that confessional aspect, I suppose, that I’m not liking. So much of my work, of course, is in that vein. ("Confessional poetry" is looked down on in some writing circles. But just think. e.g.: Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton. Not that I would compare anything I've ever written to any of theirs.) In fact, I’d originally cast this in the first person, but liked that even less. It also smacks of self-pity. Yeah, but ain’t that the truth of it? I’m tired of being told (either outright or in some manipulative way) to “buck up.” And I complain hardly at all to other folk. Imagine if I did: they'd probably muzzle me. BWG [big wry grin]… I just had an image of a buck, leaping up, over and over, smashing against the walls of its prison cell. Only so much of that I’m willing to tolerate. I.e., I feel bloodied after a day of “bucking up.” For me, “bucking up” is just another name for denial. Yikes! Should I even post all this. What the hell, I’ve probably posted worse over the years here. And (self-pity alert!) who reads this blog anyway. PHOTO above: me in my teens, recovering from a hangover at a lakeside in the sun; my hair looks darker than it was, before it went all white (many, many years ago) it was a natural mix of dark blonde and light brown, that was readily bleached lighter by regular sun exposure (and eventually by me).

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.