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Thursday, September 21, 2017

AUTUMNAL CATCH (photo) & A QUERY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


A QUERY

when most desperately
beseeching heaven,
do we close our eyes
and fling our heads
way back, in order
to expose the truth
of our prayers,
caught in our
vulnerable throats


[non-dream free verse poem written 9-12-17. BTW, it's ROSH HASHANAH (year 5778) in the Jewish tradition. May this new year bring health, happiness, peace, and prosperity to all. Photo "Autumnal Catch" (9-8-17 009v4) 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 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, September 19, 2017

SNAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT (photomorph) & I'M SO SORRY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


I'M SO SORRY

I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't see that WET
PAINT sign on the driveway. I was in a rush
and it was twilight ... and ... and ... OK, I admit
it, I messed up. But truly, I didn't mean to trace
those trails of pale blue paint from that lovely large
wet arrow on the tarmac. I'd never have messed up
the driveway for the world ... well, but for the haste
to get where I'd promised to be on time, and so I left
an accidental trail of paint behind snaking across
the black top in my unthinking rush not
to disappoint my friends. Sometimes
one simply can't win for trying.


[non-dream free verse poem written 9-19-17. I saw the paint trails and this was the story that my imagination told me. Photomorph "Snaking Through the Night" (9-17-17 025v2)]

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 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, September 18, 2017

TEMPTING DIVE (photo) & NUMINOUS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


NUMINOUS

a long row of raindrops clings
to the edge of the poolside railing
after the storm: I touch them all
in turn with the tip of a forefinger
and just before each tiny tear
falls free, the clearing sky
briefly fills it with a dollop
of numinous blue


[non-dream free verse poem written 9-5-17. I had not thought of it this way when I first decided to post this poem today, but it makes a suiting belated acknowledgment of yesterday, which would have been my younger brother's 69th birthday. Though we'd been estranged for many years when he died in 2013, I miss simply knowing Russ was on the same planet with me. Photo "Tempting Dive" (9-17-17 009v2) by Roswila; the far end of the railing off to the left is where I was touching raindrops; you can just make out the chair I was sitting in.]

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 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, September 15, 2017

WORLD AS TAPESTRY (photomorph) & THE TAPESTRY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE TAPESTRY

putting my right arm around her shoulders
with a companionable ease that I have with
no one else, I suggest she join me
in the walk back

as I'd felt she would she continues to walk
next to me as I head for the road home,
our silence further evidence of the ease
between us that I so cherish -- no need
or even urge to fill it with chatter

we reach the steps, something I know
she assiduously avoids using but again
I sense she'll stretch her usual limits
if I stay relaxed and casual, making
no fuss about it

as I start to take my first step down,
I offer her some brief verbal instruction
on just how to place her feet on the
steps, the backs of her heels braced
against the risers

we climb down the long flight to the highway,
while I explain that, yes, we can and will
walk on it, as at this time, no vehicles -- not
even bikes -- are allowed to use it, only us folk
inclined to be peripatetic under our own power

this comment grabs her attention, and she
raises her head long enough from intense focus
on the challenge of the stairs to look toward
the silent highway down and ahead where people
of all sizes and shapes and ages walk, winding
like a myriad of gentle threads
in an endless tapestry:

light and dark, long, short, and tall, all strands
spreading and looping, rising and falling,
wherever the Great Spirit guides


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-14-17. I made an intense, painful, and difficult decision/choice late yesterday, at the end of a very emotionally difficult day. What a surprise and gift this dream was to wake to a memory of! BTW, I identify almost entirely with the initially recalcitrant "she" of this poem. If I am a part of the "I" figure at all, she may represent my High self, or connection to Spirit. Photomorph "World as Tapestry" (3-14-17 10032ev3a) 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 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, September 14, 2017

HANGING BY A THREAD (photomorph) & ON DUST MOTES (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ON DUST MOTES

not even the folk in my dreams care to stick around
much these days, staying only so long as the parts
they play remain casual and gossipy, filled with
bland images, and the occasional real person
but no real feelings, no depth

these fair weather faces and forms instantly fleeing
the hold of morning recall as soon as the truth
of my painful and tumultuous search dawns
on them, the stiff wind of reality
blowing them apart

abandoning me to grasp after the dust
of their extinction like motes dancing
in a stream of bright sunlight,
the shaft of an all too familiar,
glaringly barren hope


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-13-17. Photomorph "Hanging By A Thread" (10-3-09 7266ev5) 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 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, September 13, 2017

BREATH OF MIDNIGHT (photomorph) & A MYTH-MOVIE-DREAM (re-post of old free verse poem) by Roswila


A MYTH/MOVIE/DREAM*

Night after night he has summoned her
to his dark forest kingdom,
to quake before the cold throne
of his love.

Silent and brooding, he dips
his horned head in a massive
swoop of entreaty.

One taloned hand grips a stone arm
of his throne, the other trembles
vaguely toward her.

The pale wraith of her soul
flutters before him.

"Why do you call me here," she cries,
"night after night, stealing my soul
from the sleeping flesh of my body.
You know I will never love you."

Her small face waivers faintly
alabaster beneath the stars.

"Yes, this I know, this I know."
He shakes his head sadly
and boulders leagues away tumble.
He shifts his goat thighs, and mice
and owls and lions flee for cover.

"Yes, this I know. I have called you
one last time ... to set you free."

She burns briefly brighter, a pale
pink rose, under a sere moonwind.

He spreads his black wings, utterly
blocking stars, moon and sky
from her sight.

Then folds them around himself again
with a sound like a universe
of crumpling leaves.

"You are free. And I ask only one thing
of you." He reaches toward her again,
opening his dark palm.

There in its center glows a small pearl,
black and glimmering.

Compelled, she steps toward him.

"Accept this pearl from my heart.
When memory of me rises like the dark
of moon, and it will, this I know,
it will, hold this pearl of my pain
to your heart and think of me.
And no matter where I am, what worlds
or abysses I traverse, I will know
that I am not forgotten."

His huge hand trembles, almost closing
around his offering, but opens
at her touch, like a wilting flower.

She lifts the pearl in her insubstantial
fingers, then cradles it unsurely
in her palm, as a wind rises
like a long sigh.

When it stops, she is gone.

He raises his long face to the stars.

The only sound in the stark night grove,
a thin howling.


[*re-post of old poem, written sometime before I moved here to CA in Feb. 2008, based on a movie character/myth, Calibos, and a subsequent dream I had. When first written and posted, it came from Calibos's point of view for me. On this re-reading and posting, I'm deeply connected to my own frustrated yearning to be set free from an unwanted and haunting attachment, as the "she" character (Andromeda, in the movie) ultimately is. Photomorph "Breath of Midnight" (4-08a-15 027v2) 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 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, September 12, 2017

LOCK-UP (photo) & YOU AGAIN! (dream based free verse poem) by Roswila


YOU AGAIN!

you again in a dream, wearing some stranger's
face and body, but I'd know that energy of yours
anywhere; and, as always, there's something I don't
understand, this time literally as your words are totally
garbled; the only thing abundantly clear, as always
before, you want to get what you're saying through
to me, even as you lean into me in an habitually
seductive but mostly very serious way, the fullness of
your sexual heat held away from me as if locked in a
black box out of my reach; but none of this is what you're
trying to say to me, and I'd have dropped these weighty
and cumbersome attempts to understand ages ago, but
my tired old hawk's eyes see too much to let them go,
to let them smash like empty shells on the rocks below;
and yet, I freeze in the midst of flying off again after
tonight's frustrated struggle to comprehend: could it be,
after all, that your message is incredibly simple?
to give up trying to know or to understand?
stop trying to anticipate what might happen?
and walk that tight rope of the moment
without the net of knowing?


[non-dream free verse poem written 9-12-17. Photo "Lock-up" (8-7-17 003v2a) 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 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.

Monday, September 11, 2017

FLY AWAY HOME (photomorph) & WINDS (haibun about 9/11) by Roswila


WINDS
(a re-post, in memorium)

Although I cannot bear to watch much of the 9/11 memorials on the T.V. today (the first anniversary of the attack), I did see part of one early this morning at ground zero, in which the names of those killed were recited. As I stood crying before my T.V., the wind from my open terrace door whipping across my living room in an unusually turbulent way, I remembered an old belief that when great souls pass on a tremendous wind comes up:

wild winds:
releasing the souls
of the dead


[haibun (prose paragraph with capping haiku) written on the first anniversary of the attack on New York City's Twin Towers. As I've mentioned here before, and posted lots of other writing about same, I was living in NYC at the time of the fall of the towers. I talked with a couple of fellow residents about 9/11 earlier today and was a little surprised how deep the grief still goes for me. Photomorph "Fly Away Home" (4-17-10 10014e2) 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 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, September 10, 2017

UNKNOWN SEMAPHORE (photo) & NOT EVEN IN HER DREAMS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


NOT EVEN IN HER DREAMS

she falls asleep asking the dreams-
to-come for a clarity she can
readily write about in the morning,
wanting even a tiny bit of ease
in her life for a change; effort
goes with the game, but it's
exhausting at times

and what does she get? yeah, leave it
to her dreams to give her the exact
opposite of what she wished for:
that man who shows up irregularly
and always in a deeply
enigmatic way

as usual with him it's only clear
he's telling her something she just
can't understand; at least this time
there's no doubt that he truly wants to
say something to her and not just futz
around, as he hands her a letter sized,
glossy, brown and magenta
brochure, with slim elegant gold
lettering on the cover page

"I just don't get it," she thinks,
"what does this say to me? It might
as well be in Japanese ideograms!"
and she hurries to the bathroom
leaving the folded message behind
to do her urgent business, and as
she sits there, another of his brochures
manifests in the air in front of her:
ACK! she slams the door shut, can't she
even have peace and privacy here
on her solitary throne?

must he follow her everywhere?
teasing but offering no way for her to
understand? yes, she's quite pissed off:
but at what? him? her? more likely at
a fate that advertizes love and passion
but never comes across, not even in a
place that's safe for them both:
in her dreams


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-9-17. Photo "Unknown Semaphore" (8-21-17 006v3) 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 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.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

IT'S A LONG CLIMB (photo) & ANT-SCAPADE (non-dream vignette) by Roswila


ANT-SCAPADE

"You've got ants, dear," the customer
says to my surprise and I thank her
for the heads up as I stand to check
out the three stock laden shelves
... Yikes! there are endless trails of ants
along the shelving, to and fro, up and
over the wall behind, and zipping along
the narrow edges of the shelves ...
"But none of the stock packages are
opened," I declare to my co-worker,
even as I start mashing at the blighters
with a Kleenex; however, I might as
well be waving a flag of surrender
for all the effect this has on the steadily
advancing army; my co-worker calls
for help from our maintenance crew,
as I go on with my futile smashing
while also waiting on the occasional
customer, but no mashing there, of
course, only gratitude for their patience
and good humor; then my co-worker
takes most of the stock off the shelves
outdoors to dump the acrobatic ants
back in nature which is really the only
good place for them after all; next,
our maintenance guy arrives, chasing
down their trail in the store with ant
spray; the blighters I now mash are
rather slow and groggy, stoned out of
their minds, I guess; what a pass their
search for water's brought them to ...
my co-worker returns from outdoors
saying she'd opened the carton of
cookie packages even though it was
still sealed, to be sure nothing was
awry within it, and there it was:
a broken open package of Famous
Amos cookies in which the ants
were celebrating en masse, and I
laugh out loud, adding that they
may have come for the water, but
they stayed for the famous cookies


[a vignette about actual incident of 9-6-17, written 9-8-17. This took place in our retirement community's convenience store, where I volunteer regularly as a clerk. Ants invade our spaces on occasion and we've had a spate of them around our grounds recently. Years back, I had to deal with them in my rooms. They were even crawling out of my light switch wall plates. Ack! Photo "It's A Long Climb" (9-9-17 002v2) 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 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.

Thursday, September 07, 2017

BLUE ROCKS OUT (photomorph) & TAKING THE LEAD (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


TAKING THE LEAD

the dream poem doesn't want
to be written, false start after false
start litters the page; like my 12 year old
self's dream steps toward the dark wood
stage, the poem's early words move forward
then freeze for crossing out, then flow again,
finally staying in the spotlight of vision to
dance as my adolescent self did in the dream
contest, partnered by my older self:

once I realize my adolescent self's not
going to shy away again from my waltz
hold, I whisper in her ear "You remember,
don't you? what it means when you're held
this way? You have to take the lead"

my girl self looks at me with scared
resolve (after all, she's only taken
two classes in waltzing) and nods,
leading me gently into a series of
opening 3/4 time swirls, her old
dark dress transforming magically
into a frothy, palest blue gown

and I whisper again "It's time to
spin in the other direction, I know
you'll do just fine with the transition"
and she leads us through not only
correctly, but elegantly; we finish
the waltz to what feels like genuine
applause from the unseen audience

to both of our delights (and my girl
self's utter surprise), we win first prize;
she stands holding her small silver
trophy, gazing at it with a mix
of pride and bemusement; yes, I
can imagine her feelings: nigh on
to no experience and then having
to take the lead, but sometimes
the courage to stay with what
the moment both demands
and offers works wonders


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-6-17. I'd love to be certain that this is what's happening, not a simple wish fulfillment dream. But just like waking life, dreams are more often unclear and take twisty, hard to follow paths, than they are straightforward. This one has precipitated several, many leveled questions for a Tarot reading I'll do later today. Of course, Tarot and dreams behave in very much the same way. So when I consult the Tarot on a dream its sort of like triangulation: get different angles in addition to the dream's and I just might find that point I'm trying to locate. Photomorph "Blue Rocks Out" (8-30-10 10019v12b) 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 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.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

SET UP FOR THE STING (photomorph) & AFTERNOON ENCOUNTER (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


AFTERNOON ENCOUNTER

be gone, bee!!
stop buzzin' 'round my head
I don't need any more busyness
in my bonnet; its catacombs
are already crowded enough
and none of its denizens even
vaguely resembles a blossom
today ... OK, OK, so you've
made me laugh out loud
with your loopy persistence
after each of my dismissive
waves; but don't get cocky,
I'm all too aware of your
reputation and I'm not about
to let myself
get stung!


[non-dream free verse poem written 9-5-17. Photomorph "Set Up For The Sting" (8-15-17 003v5) 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 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.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

STARLESS (photomorph) & WHIRRING PROJECTORS (dream based free verse poem) by Roswila


WHIRRING PROJECTORS

always interesting, isn't it?
the dream detail one has trouble
remembering: I could blame today's
struggle to recall on the heat and humidity
last night that made for an uncomfortable
sleep, intruding as it did on the story line
each time I'd fall back to sleep
and continue with the confrontation

the story plays out in the same setting
as a dream of months ago: I'm at a nighttime
poolside party, hauling a handsome man
behind me by his large hand to look
at a book of photos a friend and I
had discovered in the bushes:

look at this woman's face, I say,
pointing to the full-color cover photo,
are you sure what you see in her
constantly changing expression
is what's actually there?

and is her expression even changing all
that much, or are you and me and everyone
else seeing what the whirring projectors
in our own minds layer over it: a thin, nearly
invisible, distorting movie of our own needs
and wants and fears flickering there at a safe,
long taken-for-granted distance like
cold star light on her unknown face


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-3-17 (posted 9-5-17). I was vaguely lucid (knowing one is dreaming, while one is dreaming), as I dreamed this. Evidenced by my briefly recalling a dream from months ago, within this dream.] Photomorph "Starless" (8-29-17 026v3) & Poem by Patricia Kelly (C) 2017

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 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, September 04, 2017

WANNABE VIOLIN (photomorph) & NIGHT MUSIC (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


NIGHT MUSIC

his young male face intense,
the professional musician listens
closely as my father plays a piano solo:
a well-known classical piece, that I,
too, am familiar with

I glance up at the young man for his
verification as I say "Ah, here comes
that thread of a theme that the composer
wove so intricately throughout," while
my father plays this thread note-by-note,
no fillips or fanciful turns, just a simple
one-handed tune that has haunted me
my entire life as I've stumbled across
faint echoes of it in my search for healing

then my father's playing reaches the elegantly
embroidered section, abounding with sustain
pedal work, and over- and under-tones;
I'm astounded at how much better my father's
two-handed playing is than I'd ever recalled,
not only creatively interpretive and incredibly
fast, but accurate, each of the many, many
layers of notes swathing the night
in sweet healing

the young man's face now shines
with astonishment, just as I'm sure that mine
must now reveal my pride: that's my Dad!


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-2-17. Amazing how one can have an exceptionally awful day and have a dream like this. I feel some part of me is healed. At the very least, I feel determined to leave shame behind. Ah! And I just recalled Dad's birthday is coming up (September 22). Photomorph "Wannabe Violin" (8-29-17 005v2) 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 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.