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Saturday, April 29, 2017

WAVING SO LONG (photo) & THE SUNDAE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE SUNDAE

a clattering orgy of throwing away:
candies, ice cream, any-and-everything
sugary, into large garbage barrels behind
the endless row of harbor side restaurants:
the most spectacular, a huge can of chocolate
syrup without a lid thudding into the biggest
receptacle, splattering its gooey contents all over
the addictive sweets already crowding the barrel,
and dripping in dark rivulets down the fat
curvature of its outside: a massive and
gloriously messy good-bye sundae


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-28-17. I've been working at losing the very last of my "avoirdupois" for a few weeks now. A journey that started back in 2001 at 356 lbs. During the past 100+ lbs. loss, I have been considering myself an addict and have found much of 12 Step philosophy and approaches to be supportive. But I've never (to my conscious recall, of course) had a dream quite like this one. It carries such a punch that I'm also sure it has to do with much more in my life than food issues. It makes sense, as I have not ever believed the substance is addicting but something in ourselves, a combination of our brain chemistries and psychologies. And I have noted my other addictive tendencies for some time now. (Not to mention that I quit drinking 35 years ago when I somehow managed to read the handwriting on the wall. There must have been some sort of spiritual intervention. As otherwise I can't see how I would have wanted to do it, much less actually done it.) However, this dream having been couched in food terms does make it largely about what I'm doing at present: approaching the slimmest I've been in almost 40 years. Photo "Waving So Long" (4-3-17 019v3) 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.

Friday, April 28, 2017

STRUGGLE TO THE LIGHT (photomorph) & ONE RAINY NIGHT (dream-based prose poem) by Roswila


ONE RAINY NIGHT

a small group of us meet up in a nighttime street,
there's a cute, rather young new guy in our midst,
I can't believe that there's a spark between us;
it gets late and we each head for our homes;
he stops me, putting his arm gently around me,
then pulls me closer, bringing his face to mine,
a kiss? I think, but, but ... yes, a soft little kiss;
I return it gently, how delightful, but that's it (sigh);
as he heads for his home, I stand alone in the night;
my own home's a long way away, and rain's coming;
I look for shelter, a place to sleep away the night,
all I can find is an empty storage box/room
that's leaky and very cold, though I consider it;
the young guy returns with his father and a friend;
the father's reneging on some show business deal,
backing out and leaving the young guy high and dry;
the young guy, his friend and I try chasing him down;
a festival parade has filled the nighttime street
which the father enters and disappears into;
I'd like to enjoy all the soggy costumes and hoopla
but we need to call the young guy's father to account;
determined to collar the faithless, fleeing father
(whom I begin to suspect is actually luring us on)
we three struggle through the length of the parade
like salmon fighting their ways up stream


[prose poem (?) on a dream of 4-27-17. Photomorph "Struggle to the Light" (3-14-17 029v2) 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, April 27, 2017

HUNT FOR THE SUN (photomorph) & MEN ON THE HUNT (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


MEN ON THE HUNT

why do so many men seem
attracted to her at a distance,
their attention clearly hooked
when their eyes meet, but once
they're in a little closer lose interest
(is that ancient jealous god she can't
even see anymore, still hovering
at her shoulder?) and why, oh why,
do they move in further
only for the kill,
not for the kiss


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-20-17. Photomorph "Hunt for the Sun" (2-27-17 030v2b) 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, April 26, 2017

LEONINE THIRST (photo) & THE THORN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE THORN

he calls out the names of Runes
only after I've already moved far on
through the chilly evening

if he wanted to connect, to touch
in some way, why didn't he just talk
to me, rather than toss these ancient
words behind me in a hail
of unclear meaning

at which thought the last Rune name
lands on my ears: "Thurisaz," The Thorn,*
and an association instantly rises
that, oddly enough, it's pointing to
a need, as if he's the hurting lion
and I'm supposed to be Androcles**

and I think, ah, if only it were so simple,
I would brave this lion's maw anytime
to try to remove whatever thorn
it is he bears

but life is not a myth, nor encompassed
in a Rune reading, and here, once again,
he's let me pass on by, as I wonder if
this thorn of my own, rooted beside
my heart, will ever be extracted


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-25-17. * About Thurisaz. **In the myth, Androcles is a runaway slave, who has the courage to remove a thorn from the paw of a lion. The lion is befriended and later when they meet up again, the Emperor is so impressed with the power of their friendship that he frees Androcles. BTW, I've been pulling a Rune a day for some time now to refamiliarize myself with them. Yesterday I forgot to pull one and had this dream last night still not knowing I'd forgotten to get a daily Rune. Then, as I started working on this dream poem this morning, I discovered my forgetfulness and realized that here in this dream was my Rune for yesterday! Photo "Leonine Thirst" (4-19-17 001v3) 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, April 25, 2017

HER MIND GOES UP IN SMOKE AGAIN (photomorph) & IN HER BED (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


IN HER BED

the vivid imaginary affair
she's had with him
has gone on so long
that should they finally
hook up in reality
it might turn out to be
a rather discomfiting awakening:
who's this stranger in her bed?


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-24-17. Photomorph "Her Mind Goes Up In Smoke Again" (3-28-17 2656v9e) 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, April 24, 2017

AT CROSS PURPOSES (photomorph) & THE HOARDER (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE HOARDER

he walks in the large room ... omigosh!
has he become a zombie? I mean, literally,
as on all those horrific T.V. shows, but for real?

as I stand worrying silently, he orders me
over to him and as always I don't even
think to say no

up close he looks just as unwell, drawn,
pale, vaguely sweaty, his beard
days old, I'm surprised
when he pulls me to him
that he doesn't smell days unclean

and as ever I have no idea
what he truly wants of me
other than to jerk my strings;
even more troublesome, what do I
want from him beyond satisfaction
of the intense and nigh on to suffocating
sexual yearning I've suffered
for him for so long

my women friends stand
a short distance away
watching us with their usual
curiosity, and I briefly wonder
what they will turn this incident
into later in their gossiping,
much less what I will
make of it

he continues to hold me close
and far longer than he ever has,
then takes my face between
his large hands and kisses me softly
... shit! even under these conditions
my body responds and I crane
to get as much of myself flat against
him as I can, to feel all his maleness
against me, especially those crown
jewels that have tortured my dreams
and fantasies for so long

but he won't even give this much
more to me, just as he's never fully given
me his physicality, only teased me with it,
this ailing monarch still jealously
hoarding his power to please

I struggle to smother my sexual arousal,
thinking no matter how hard I try
this man is never dead to me,
but quickly squelch that thought,
since the way he's looking today
the grave may be exactly where
he's headed all too soon
and way too sadly


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-23-17. This dream man was a combination of a man I knew who died and someone in my life currently. Photomorph "At Cross Purposes" (8-19-11 11153v2) 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, April 23, 2017

BARRING THE WAY (photomorph) & LOOKING (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


LOOKING

tiny bird at the top
of one of the few bare
branches in the lushly
leafed bush, tweeting
a sporadic aria
silhouetted against
the powder blue sky:
see-me see-me
Look-at-me! Look-at-me!
LOOK!
Don't-see-the-nest!
Don't-see-the-nest!
DON'T!


[non-dream free verse poem written 3-30-17. Photomorph "Barring the Way" (4-15-17 012v2) 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, April 22, 2017

I.V. MURAL March 2017 (photo) & OPPORTUNITY (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


OPPORTUNITY

the tall handsome man
tells me my house sold on the first
day of its listing
I don't know which is greater:
my disbelief or surprised delight

I've never heard of this happening before
and now I'm free to find a new home

what will the moments and I make of it,
this shining, empty shell of opportunity


[a tanka with two two-liners on a dream of 4-21-17. Photo "I.V. Mural 2017" (3-27-17 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.

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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, April 21, 2017

EDGES (photo) & THE BREWING STORM (free verse poem on a dream) by Roswila


THE BREWING STORM

a storm's brewing!
one doesn't need to have heard
the weather report to know this,
the smell in the air,
the slight heightening of the light,
the mild tickling of anxiety:
when will it burst upon us?

I hurry to the ocean edge
of the dock to watch its arrival
from over the sea, a friend
trailing behind me

waves build, bit by bit, enough
that I wonder if this newest
swell will wind up showering
the dock and all of us watchers

my friend laughs lightly, how
silly (she says) we know we're
going to get hosed, maybe even
washed right off the dock,
and yet here we stand

I nod "yes" not even taking
my eyes off the ocean surface
as this newest wave continues
its forward swell, a darkening arm
of aqua frosted with the fading
sunlight along it's growing curl,
as the electric pre-storm touch
of the air briefly crackles
through my long pony tail

and I respond to my friend
with a wistful sigh, that getting
dunked would be a very small price
to pay indeed, to be swept out of our
dry, safe selves, into an unpredictable
ride through the wild and passionate
oceanic world; can't you hear
it calling? (I quickly add) as if the sea
were being churned up by both mermen
and mermaids alike, singing the praises
of the dark and the deep


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-19-17. On waking to the memory of this dream I took it as a warning some sort of new emotional storm is on the way for me. (Sheesh! It's not as if I haven't been living in a huge storm already for over 9 months now...) And it sure does seem to be well on the way. It's taking its good time fully getting here, but phew! My biggest struggle will probably be just to accept whatever goes under in the storm, and a lot does seem to be getting shaken up and loose already. Probably all for the best. I hasten to add that, at another level, there's also a definite wishful calling of this storm to me, and I'll leave it at that. :-) Photo "Edges" (4-19-17 017v2) 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, April 20, 2017

THEY ONLY DANCE AT NIGHT (photo) & ABANDONED (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


ABANDONED

the deep green shopping cart, abandoned
upside down in the park, supports pale green
wheat-like stalks growing up through its bars
in captivating feathery displays that stand taller
than all their unsupported companions bowing
their heavy heads around the cart toward the earth:

even the misplaced, the forsaken,
the seen but oh-so-carefully-not seen
bring something of value to the world,
a welcome beauty and use if we only
keep our eyes open


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-20-17. Photo "They Only Dance at Night" (4-19-17 019v3) 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, April 19, 2017

WATER FALL (photomorph) & A MOMENTARY FALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


A MOMENTARY FALL

that still small voice we all have pipes up again
(it's been particularly verbose today!) this time
to say: It's time to let the miniscule moments
of Life come to you, one after the other; to be
clear, you need to stop chasing after possible
future moments, trying to know them before
you can know them; not even the most cautious
and thoughtful seeker in the forest of the unknown
can fool something new and wild and unexpected
into hanging around long enough to be sighted
much less captured, for it is a wild thing's nature
to flee when hunted; Life only needs you to be
quiet and receptive, and it will lay its scintillating
offerings in your hands, like a flow of sweet
water over and between your fingers
from which you may sip,
before each momentary fall trails away


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-19-17. Photomorph "Water Fall" 95-27-15 045v2p) 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, April 18, 2017

A FAR REACH (photo) & THE BURDEN OF NOTHING (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE BURDEN OF NOTHING

how awkward to have one's life centered around
an absence; I mean almost literally, like a large hen
brooding over the emptiness between her long pale legs;
the brief sighting of a mature rooster rousing her feathers
to full fluff as she rears to brightly colored attention
on her nest and sighs (if a hen could sigh, of course),
even as he passes her by like all the others; is she too big,
too imposing, too laid back as she waits alone; is her roost
too far out of reach for a roused rooster to have the patience
to approach, here in this private corner of the barn loft ...
whatever! you'd think they'd sense her echoing emptiness
packed round with readiness but no, she just waits
and waits, tired of waddling when she wanders out
for a breath of fresh air and is reminded yet again
of the burden of nothing she bears between her legs
(if, of course, a hen could even think of such things)


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-5-17. I've had this ready for a while but have hesitated to post it. But I don't have anything else ready for posting and, hell, why be embarrassed about the subject matter anyway. After all I am 73 and have been around the block a few times. Yet, still, I am a little uncomfortable with it. Some things never change. :-) Photo "A Far Reach" (4-3-17 011v2) by Roswila; BTW, that's the Channel Islands vaguely on the horizon, almost looking as if they're floating in the air]

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, April 17, 2017

DANCING THROUGH THE NIGHT (photomorph) & BARE OUTLINES (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


BARE OUTLINES

she looks through the pile
of black and white ink sketches,
they're clearly quite old
but the artifacts they're of
are older yet, from ancient times

one drawing stands out:
six nude, large bodied women
lie shoulder to shoulder
in an orderly row
in their long gone bog grave

what deep history
was buried with them, she muses,
did they dance through
their nights, or mourn their ways
slowly to this group burial

something in their shapes
is vaguely familiar ...
ah, they're not Celtic
as she'd first been inclined
to believe, but Tuetonic

she finds this knowledge
an odd sort of comfort
as if for once
her Mother's lineage
has slipped quietly to the fore

she ponders over this sketch of ancient zaftig women
grateful for even bare outlines of what has shaped her


[tanka series capped by a two-liner on a dream of 10-6-14. I ran across this old, previously posted dream poem looking for some other poem and felt quite stirred by it. Will have time later to examine that feeling. But what occurs to me right now is that I'm finally firmly on the last leg of a very long journey down from weighing 356 lbs in 2001. So my body is changing even more (beyond the on-going advance of age and arthritis). BTW, at the time I wrote this I'd always believed my father was almost entirely Irish. Since then I've had my DNA analysis done and find I'm only 4% Irish. And given I'd always been told my mother was German and Polish (with a smattering of Russian Jewish), I was rather surprised to also find my DNA is 24% Scandinavian. Those Vikings really got around! Photomorph "Dancing Through the Night" (4-3-17 019v2b) 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, April 16, 2017

A LONG WAY TO NOW (photo) & ICE DANCING (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


ICE DANCING

stay in the moment
(they gently assert again)
and even as it melts
beneath your dancing feet leap
to the next crackling floe

[possible re-post of a non-dream tanka written July 2012. I've been doing a lot of talking about (and even sometimes succeeding at) staying in the moment. This tanka is an old image for what being in the moment can sometimes feel like to me. A combination of joy and danger. Photo "A Long Way to Now" (4-15-17 022v3) 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.