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Monday, January 23, 2017

WAITING FOR THE FIRE (photomorph) & A MATTER OF MIND (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


A MATTER OF MIND

honestly, I mumble to no one in particular,
I didn't want that annoying woman dead!
just out of my life, out of my face all
the time with her arrogant assumptions
and I really didn't want them to turn her
into a zombie, one of those scary
nauseating creatures, but worst of all,
if they had to turn her, why into this
pitiful slave version, bereft of all real
hunger but to seek approval by doing
what pleases her masters; I can barely
stand to watch the vague remnants
of ego in her dirty, melting face
as she calls out in a cracking voice
"See? I've even learned to drive!"
I know they'd ordered her to do so
because a wild zombie hoard has been
sighted outside our small compound and
will be attacking soon, their hunger for
human flesh still ravenously alive (irony
intended), and we'll need all the vehicles
and drivers we can muster to make good
our escape; I'm gently shoved into the
front seat next to the tractable zombie at
the wheel and told to be her anchor
in the present as it seems once tamed
and wild hunger no long drives it, what
little's left of a zombie's mind wanders
in out and out of time, making for a
rather useless slave; horror on horror,
I think, wondering how I'll ever hold
on to my own mind now knowing all
all of this, and a burning feeling sinks
right through me: it doesn't
even matter any more


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-22-17. Yup, the day leading up to this dream was as bad as all that. Photomorph "Waiting for the Fire" (1-18-17 003v8a) 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.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

IN THE HUNTER'S EYE (photomorph) & THE LAW (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE LAW

dish after little dish
of her favorite binge foods
line up for her signature,
their aromas rising and mixing
in the air like long fingers,
and the promise of their
textures dangerously seductive

she signs quickly away,
it's nothing like signing a will,
she thinks, I'm not going
to leave any of these most desirable
treats behind, they'll be gobbled
right down as soon as I've finished
all these signatures

as each binge food is signed on a blank
line hanging from its small, animal print
or feather patterned dish, it moves
on past her as if grazing
across a savanna

then she notes the same full dishes
starting to come around again, but
sans any of the writing she'd just done
beneath them; she looks up
puzzled and asks of the empty
air "Should I have had my name
notarized on each?"

no, she thinks, looking back down,
anxious to begin the feasting,
nothing can make this monumental
binge legal, the only law obeyed
here is the law of the jungle:
hunger, forever wild and circling


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-20-17. Photomorph "In the Hunter's Eye" (5-27-11 11035ev6) 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.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

GRIEF IS A MESS, a brief book review

Today's post is a departure from my usual. It's a brief review of a very special book I received from a dear friend for my birthday earlier this month. A book about grief, something we each face as we wend our ways through this complicated life, with all its beauty and pain.

It's title -- GRIEF IS A MESS -- might lead one to think it's a serious book (it is) and that it is weighty (it is not). The author/artist, Jackie Schuld, addresses the issue of grieving with both insight and humor, and most of all a practical compassion. Her animal characters facial expressions, postures, and relationships to each other speak volumes. While beneath them her brief sentences echo them. (The book's front cover [above] and the back cover [below] give you a little taste of her art work. For a better look, visit her website. There's a link at end of this post.)

I live in a retirement community. And before I had the delight of receiving this book as a gift I'd witnessed my fellow residents unfailingly positive responses to it. (Jackie shared copies with us one evening; we have the fortune to have her grandmother living here.)

Jackie has produced a valuable resource for anyone dealing with the turbulence and unpredictability of grief's process. Even if one does not happen to be grieving on reading GRIEF IS A MESS, her art and wisdom will still touch the heart.

Here's her website, the SHOP tab below the octopus will give you all the information about purchasing a copy (or many more, it makes a most wonderful gift): Jackie Schuld: Painter, Illustrator Author. You might also enjoy exploring her other artistic efforts shared on her site.


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PLEASE NOTE: For many years now, I've been posting a poem of mine based on a night dream (and sometimes not) with one of my digital photos accompanying it. If you're curious, just keep scrolling down; I post here every day. And when the scrolling stops, you can go to the archives sidebar [down on the right] for even earlier posts. There are many more years of posts, including non-dream focused posts such as book reviews, writing exercises, haiga, and so on listed by dates in the archives going back as far as 2006.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[aka: 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") **** My other blogs: ROSWILA'S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL; ROSWILA'S TAIGA TAROT; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT, digital photos; and THE MARKER TAROT. ****

Friday, January 20, 2017

SEEKING THE LOST PIECES (photomorph) & PUZZLES (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


PUZZLES

an evening spent sad and embarrassed
on discovering vengeful feelings
underlie my silence toward him:
this piece of the puzzle hard to take
even as it slips quickly into its place
in the evolving big picture

then in my dreams I'm gifted
with a strange new man: tall, slim, auburn
haired with a neat, trim mustache;
well, when I say gifted, I mean that just
a man new to my dream or waking life,
his stance radiating interest,
is a rare delight

but still, when he reaches for my ankles
I am a bit startled and protective
(they're no great shakes and overly tender)
he pulls back gently, calming commenting
he'd only wanted to re-align them so
my legs would line up better with my spine
(hm, a chiropractor? this could be
extremely interesting, I think)

as he then watches me start to edit
a Harlequin/Silhouette romance (it's freelance
work* I do, I tell him with a little pride: not
in the topic but in the skill it implies)
I wonder if he'll leave me his phone number,
or maybe even ask for mine

sigh, this is all too much like a romance
novel plot and I'm way past weary
after all the waking and dreamed games:
some clarity and directness would be
very much appreciated, like a jig-saw puzzle
already put together, clearly laid out
and available for enjoyment


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-19-17. *Many years ago I did actually do freelance work critiquing Harlequin/Silhouette romance manuscripts that had been submitted for possible publication. I never did become a fan of romance novels, but developed a healthy respect for how much work goes into their writing, editing, and then preparation for publication. Photomorph "Seeking the Lost Pieces" (1-9-17 002v3b) 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, January 19, 2017

MAGENTA SEEP (photomorph) & AT LEAST (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


AT LEAST

at least the cordyline* does not avoid me,
but keeps reaching out as I pass by,
even tickling my forearm as if to get
my attention; it may be the sun
toward which it truly advances,
but I'm not proud and enjoy
this soft brushing from its
long magenta fingers


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-17-17. * Photo (not mine) of cordyline:
Photomorph at top of post "Magenta Seep" (12-19-16 012v4b) 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, January 18, 2017

SEA'S EDGE (photomorph) & ROOM FOR IT ALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


ROOM FOR IT ALL

come on life, I dare you!
I have room for it all now;
no more shutting down around the pain
so that nothing else -- painful or not --
can get in; I finally see that my heart's
large enough (and larger yet) to handle
whatever you throw at me; whatever
winds up transfixing me as if caught
trying to leap a high barbed wire fence;
hey, just look at all this unfilled
space around me as I dangle; and, see!
right there, below, where the ocean's
tossed up all those shells in shapes
an artist only hopes to approach,
embedded next to glass shards slowly
and surely teased by the surf into revealing
their gem-like beauty, singing their pastels
to the sun, and begging for me to
write a poem about them


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-18-17. Photomorph "Sea's Edge" (12-18-16 021v2n) 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, January 17, 2017

NAKED GRACE (photo) & CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER

what's underneath Wonder Woman's
colorful costume and power stance?
a lonely, naked slave girl
waiting to do the bidding
of that ordinary man
who'll see through it all


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-17-17. When this little poem popped today on one of my long walks to the beach overlook, I got quite a chuckle. I recently bought a supply of postage stamps with (can you guess?) Wonder Woman on them. Photo "Naked Grace" (1-14-17 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.

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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 16, 2017

THE BUTTERFLY TREE (photomorph) & THE WANNABE BUTTERFLY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE WANNBE BUTTERFLY

if a chrysalis feels
anything at all maybe
it's this hopeless pain,
this total suspension,
trapped and blinded,
seeing neither forward
nor backward, suffering
an eternal "now" of no
progress, of no touching
or being touched but
for its prison walls


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-16-17. Photomorph "The Butterfly Tree" (1-14-17 002v3c) 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, January 15, 2017

CLIMBING THE SUNSET (photomorph) & THE FLYING GALLEON (dream narrative) by Roswila


THE FLYING GALLEON

an artist collective's giving a sale on the
roadside berm of nearly life sized unicorn
models they make in different pastel colors
and lively poses

I say to a friend Look! just what our little
friend would love for her birthday! and I
buy one of these endlessly magical
creatures, hauling its considerable arm
load over to a lush green lawn to check it
out further

when I press a mother of pearl button
shining on its neck it turns into a male
human, full size, with a thick body
made of animated wood

he turns slowly toward me and even more
slowly speaks: Ah, wife, you're here, it's
time now to go home, I'll take care
of you as I promised in our wedding vows

I look him over thoroughly, then watch
the sun glinting in his slicked back brown
hair, and I realize that by pressing his button
I'd not only turned him inside out but
activated his full program, and think that
there are far worse things I could have now
in my life than a strong and handsome, if
somewhat wooden man (hoping he's a bit
more truthful than Pinocchio before
his own change)

suddenly there's a hoopla in the harbor:
the flying galleon has arrived; my "husband,"
friends, and I rush to the dockside; the ship
floats just above the water, and we are all
clearly meant to board; when it's my turn
I can't haul myself up the dark wood side
of the ship, and neither can my "husband"

I try again, but only wind up back on
the green lawn with my "husband,"
pondering our dilemma: it seems our
ship's come in but we're too heavy
to climb aboard; what we need is to
somehow lighten up, get on board,
and go on the adventure this flying
galleon surely offers


[narrative on a dream of 1-14-17. Photomorph "Climbing the Sunset" (12-15-16 021v2c) 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.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

CONTAINMENT (photomorph) & MONKEY MIND (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


MONKEY MIND*

like a dark thought
the crow swoops across
my line of sight, disrupting
my concentration on the elderly
eye candy of a man biking by:
isn't that just like monkey
mind to abscond with
the sweets of the here
and now before one
even catches a
brief taste


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-13-17. *Monkey mind = a Buddhist term, put simply, meaning "uncontrollable." Photomorph "Containment" (1-14-17 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.

Friday, January 13, 2017

ALL KNOTTED UP (photomorph) & THE DOOR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE DOOR

she wishes for insight and suddenly
sees before her, hanging in the air
like an X-ray film, a vision of her entire
skeleton, all in shades of blue

every emotional and physical pain she's
ever felt and still suffers reflected
in some dark blue knot or twist or
tortuously stretched length of shadow
along a bone

and each vaguely spherical joint where
a transition's made from one length of her
skeleton to another, shining a wan blue,
like sephira on a monochrome
Tree of Life*

she stands there, acutely feeling each ache
inside herself that's mapped in the air in
front of her, wondering if she could
at least change the color of it all

even for a brief while, maybe to a
joyous soul freeing golden yellow, or
a passionately fulfilling flaming red

she's long given up on any belief
in transformation

but momentary surcease of bone deep
blues, like a door springing open on
a glorious, yearned for vista? that
might give her the strength to bear every
one of these knotted bones with grace
when the inevitable hurricane winds
of life slam the door shut again


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-12-17. *Tree of Life, very briefly put, an ancient Hebraic vertical map of how our souls progress; the sephira are where the various paths meet and are represented as globes. And each path and sephira has its particular qualities and tasks. Photomorph "All Knotted Up" (4-20-09 v4a) 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, January 12, 2017

NIGHT EXPOSURE (photomorph) & TWOFER (two mixed format dreams poems) by Roswila


TWOFER

One:

why I'm stark naked
to begin with, I don't know,
but despite an "ick"
factor, I put on a nightgown someone
forgot in this large public bathroom

I'd rather be covered right now than further
expose all that's going (and gone) south


Two:

Madonna arrives
with her usual high energy
hustle and bustle,
barely saying "hi" and going right to
reminding me of her play opening

a new one I'm in
that she wants to be quite sure
I'm prepared to do,
especially the arm movements:
a body builder's muscle display

I assure her that I've learned my lines
and rehearsed the strong arms posture

thinking, why am I doing another show,
I've never liked Madonna at all

yet I always go along with her,
she somehow fully engages me

odd to so dislike the very personality
who manages to keep me showing up


[a mix of tanka and two-liners on two dreams of 1-11-17. Yes, it's that Madonna in the second dream, the performer. And I really have never liked her, though in the early years, I did like some of her music. There's a lot in this "twofer." One thread between them is the body. Also the idea of covering up. In the first dream with a nightgown and in the second, by putting on a show (i.e., putting on a good face). I also associate the name Madonna to "mother," a rather loaded association. Photomorph "Night Exposure" (12-15-16 021v2f) 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, January 11, 2017

TRAWLING FOR STARS (photo) & AT THE HOUSE PARTY (dream narrative) by Roswila


AT THE HOUSE PARTY

the staff of the new talent agency throws a huge
house party to trawl for wannabe stars
to sign with them

I wander the rooms, an invisible, uninvited guest,
and quickly (given I can't be seen) discover it's all
a scam: the staff has no intent to even try to get jobs for
the wannabes who sign up, but are doing a great job of
faking it, with much noise and ballyhoo, and at the same
time covering the legal aspects with the disclaimer: "We
can't guaranty anything, except that we'll work harder
than any agency you can sign with."

I watch the CEO and founder of this phony agency
receive a very important call, and follow him to his
private office where he makes the now familiar sales
pitch, saying he had to get away from all the hustle
and bustle of business being done in order to even hear
himself think (of course, all of it fake noise and hustle,
to fake out the party attendees)

a youngish man who looks very worried, has also
followed the CEO and now knocks, and without waiting
for an answer enters the office; he quickly and very
anxiously asks for work, saying how hopeful all the
hoopla of the party sounds, especially given he's
desperate for work; the CEO gives the youngish man
his most impressive smile, saying, yes, we'll get on this
right away! and, of course, you will remember we
cannot guarantee anything

the youngish man leaves, a despondent slump to his
shoulders, he'd needed more than a speech and a disclaimer;
the CEO watches him exit (his cell phone still pressed
against his ear) and thinks that there goes a probable suicide;
and so the CEO closes the door and turns the music up very
loud, especially the bass line, so that he won't hear the gun
shot; why should he be concerned, he thinks, after all he
informed him up front that there's no guarantees

yes, I think, he and his cronies cover their legal asses, but what
about the mine field of their consciences? it's all too much like
a twisted re-writing of the Emperor's New Clothes:
there's nothing there even to disclaim


[narrative on a dream of 1-10-17. Photo "Trawling for Stars" (1-9-17 002v11) 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, January 10, 2017

CIRCLING THE NIGHT (photomorph) & EVEN IF (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


EVEN IF

even if what I so desperately
want to be true actually is:
that you return my desire,
what good is this?

what use is a truth that finds
no expression, no concrete action?

such a truth is nothing more
than a ghost wandering the inner
realms, lonely and sad, coming
from nowhere and having
no place to go

I would rather not be so haunted
by a requited desire that never roosts,
like two birds circling each other
on aching wings, forever at a distance


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-17-16. Photomorph "Circling the Night" (9-21-16 025v2e) 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]
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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.