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Monday, July 15, 2019

THE HIGH PRIESTESS (original Tarot design) & EIGHT STEPS OF THE CAMEL (about a dream) by Roswila


EIGHT STEPS OF THE CAMEL

your only choice: to keep working on this new black
and white Tarot deck you’ve been creating, card by
card; in fact, note that you’ve actually designed
and drawn them all, and that your efforts should
now lie in finding the one you or the querant most
need at any given juncture in time; yes, they are
difficult to get at, hanging back at a distance in
the dark night air, but see, here’s one, and here’s
another; ah, the querant’s asking for a specific
card now, the Eight of Pentacles; note how it leads
you on a merry chase even though you know exactly
what it looks like and what it basically means: it’s a
visual form of the expression for spiritual work –
“making pentacles;”
ah, yes, here it is at last, landed like a gulping fish
whose land lungs haven’t been used in a long time;
hey, wait, shush that chatty, demanding querant, what
the card now whispers is crucial for you both to take in:
“eight steps of the camel;”
nay, not just a repeat of what the Eight of Pentacles
is saying but also a way of pointing to what wanders
across the far edge of The High Priestess card: time
to assiduously seek spiritual growth again, to embrace
this haunted and hobbling ship of the desert,
sustained by its capacity to store the rare gift of water
when stumbled across: eight big steps, plodding
and unforgiving, but each landing surely
ahead of the other

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[written on a dream of 7-14-19. And what a drink of water after an awful day! Seems my recent resolve to withdraw as much as possible into the inner/spiritual worlds is agreeable to my dream mind. That resolve surfaced in a two-and-a-half-hour Tarot reading I did for myself a couple of days ago. Which resolve also includes returning to working with the Tarot. Both doing readings and working on the designs for the couple of decks I’ve got going. I’ve been doing next to nothing with Tarot for way too long.

Here’s the Eight of Pentacles in the Universal Waite Fantasy Tarot deck, which is what I saw in the dream:



And I did not recall until I googled for it, but the actual Aleister Crowley quote is “five footprints of a camel,” represented as V.V.V.V.V. As with all of Crowley’s writings I’ve never been able to get at what this is referencing (his writing’s endlessly abstruse and I sometimes suspect unnecessarily so). But this particular image has always resonated somehow with me. And my dream’s turning the number five into eight is just fine with me. As that mention of a camel is how my dreaming mind made the connection to The High Priestess (II) card in the Crowley/Harris Thoth Tarot. Via that camel wandering across the bottom of the card. That upping of the number of steps may be my dream saying I’ve got an even longer path ahead of me than I’ve suspected. Here’s II in the Thoth deck:



Image at top of post: The High Priestess in my Taiga Tarot deck-in-progress (taiga tarot II4[2]) by Roswila]

Sunday, July 14, 2019

ANTICIPATING THE SUN (photo) & "one small gold blossom..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila



one small gold blossom
in a carpet of lavender blooms
his smile in passing


[non-dream haiku written 7-10-19. Photo “Anticipating the Sun” (7-16-09 3792v3) 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, July 13, 2019

THE DARK POSITIONS ITSELF (photomorph) & THE DOME-SHAPED BUILDING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE DOME-SHAPED BUILDING

she scrambles as fast as she can into
the abandoned military tank as the door
slams locked above her; yes, she’s made
it to safety but there’s no time for even
a small sigh of relief before a tsunami
of foot soldiers pours down the city
streets; she, in this found tank, and they,
advancing with rifles drawn, may be
in the same army and even citizens
of this city and nation, but they are not
on the same side anymore: what has life
here come to? she stops questioning and
gets on with her goal: to get into that huge
dome-shaped building she sees at river’s
edge, an image of which has rested forever
in the back of her mind like the memory
of a dream; she takes a lingering look
back through the amassing military threat
as her tank advances: ah! at least her long
time male friend has aged-out and isn’t
involved in this invasion of one part of
their country by another part, and she
recalls that that terrifying old hawk of an
army general died recently; then she gets
a glimpse of the new General: tall, loud,
and though none of his troops are masked
he wears one: it’s greatly detailed, almost
elegant, and moves like a real face, the face
of some demonic King out of mythology,
extorting the most extreme sacrifices from
his ocean of troops with threats, salted by
promises of glory; oh, no, they’re headed
exactly where she’s aimed her tank, to that
huge dark dome of a building; yeah, no
worries for her safety, not in this locked
and reinforced tank, but as she adjusts her
trajectory to correct for a new surge of
troops forcing her off track, it finally hits
her: why does she even want into that odd
building that looms hunched on the horizon
like Nessie diving back down into her loch


[free verse poem on a dream of 7-12-19. This was heavily influenced by a movie I watched last night. The mythological and legend references are mine, though. And added as I wrote about the dream in an attempt to describe both what I saw and felt in the dream. Hm, who’s making a mental retreat? Could it be moi? One of the things I’ve been wrestling with intensely recently, is admitting to how much anxiety and fear I live with, have always lived with. I could almost wish Nessie would take me with her, into the land of legend, to be left alone and in peace. Not to end on that, in other ways I’m tough and refuse to give up before I must. Yeah, I just described a country at war with itself, didn’t I? Photomorph “The Dark Positions Itself” (10-26-17 001v2d) 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, July 11, 2019

APPROACHING THE FINISH LINE (photomorph) & RUNNING OF THE KITTENS (dream tanka) by Roswila


RUNNING OF THE KITTENS

graceless and unschooled
the runt of the large litter scrambles
over the line before
her biggest, most experienced sibling:
under-sized and unprepared wins the race


[tanka on a dream of 7-8-19. An odd little dream. One might think (as I do) I’d have had an emotional response to it. Especially given that kittens are a common image in my dreams, often representing anger (recall that saying? “Don’t have kittens”?). But I didn’t and still don’t. Not beyond a brief attempt just now to manipulate its images to reflect the horrendous mood I’m in today. However, I couldn’t – i.e., didn’t really want to – fool with the dream as I’d already laid it out in this tanka the day after I had it. Not even to express how overwhelmed and miserable I’m feeling today. Of course, what’s the race in this dream tanka about? And what does it mean to win it? Winning isn’t always a matter for celebration. Photomorph “Approaching the Finish Line” (11-10-09 8105ev5[3]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, July 08, 2019

THE SKY IS FALLING (photomorph) & FALLING (non-dream, haiku-monoku pair) by Roswila


FALLING

version 1:

a sudden shower
of jacaranda blossoms
grateful tears


version 2:

falling jacaranda blossoms grateful tears


[haiku and monoku (very simply put, a one line haiku) version on same experience, written 7-7-19. Can’t decide which I like more and even how much I like either one of them as writing. But it was a lovely moment. All the more lovely as it happened on a long walk. It looks as if I will be able to keep up regular walks, after all. I did try making the fact I was on a long walk explicit somehow. Yet, it just didn’t feel right as it narrowed the possible scope of either little poem when I did so. Photomorph “The Sky Is Falling” (6-28-09 v5b) 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, July 05, 2019

GREEN SURGE (photomorph) & SLIM CORDS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


SLIM CORDS

slim cords in a vast variety
of hues drape horizontally
in the air before her like loosely
hung laundry lines; a mysterious
pair of hands brings three of the cords
forward, plucking them around
and between the many others
as if weaving, a voice declaring
“See, these three are each a shade
of green …” and she rejoices as here
are the materials for her on-going project:
to construct a dwelling out of green cord;
before she can even start to work with this trio
of grass and emerald and olive, a young man
reaches rudely around her from behind,
tugging on other cords, forcing her green group
to slip out of her grip and mix in again
with all the other color cords; he quickly pulls
three different ones from the mélange ordering
“Look! Here are the greens with which to do
your construction work;” “Green, my ass”
she mumbles under her breath, each of his
trio is anything but green: what sort of dwelling
could possibly be built from this blatant lie
that demands she feign color blindness
and go demurely along


[free verse poem on a dream of 7-3-19. I was reminded of the fairy tale “The Emperor’s New Clothes” as I wrote this. Not an uncommon theme in my dreams over the decades. If you want to read a slew of info on associations for the color green, just google for the symbolism of green. I was most struck by its association with growth and the heart chakra. There are several levels to this dream, so I’ll leave it at that. BTW, I saw the green cords selected by the mystery hands, in their green shades (somewhat unusual for me to dream in color), but not the colors of those the man picked. Photomorph “Green Surge” (9-28-18 001v11[4]) 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, July 02, 2019

DIVERSE DIVERS (photomorph) & POOLSIDE DOZE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


POOLSIDE DOZE

a vehicle’s engine grumbles
rumbling through her chest,
a deep baritone voice demanding
she open her eyes and pay attention,
or far more than this one delivery
truck will pass her by


[non-dream free verse poem written 7-1-19. Meh, but it’s all I’ve got to offer today. I hasten to add it’s the writing that’s “meh,” IMHO, not the point I found myself trying to make. Hm, that’s probably the problem: when I try to make a point the poem will most often allude me. When I let the poem kinda, sorta write itself, things tend to go better. P.S. of 7-3-19: I also think that the word "heavily" in the next to the last line, has the wrong connotation for what I mean to imply. Maybe I'll think on that and make a change in the future. Let that particular truck pass me by for now. :-) P.P.S. later on 7-3-19: as I was preparing to leave my rooms for a shopping trip, "one delivery truck" just popped into my mind to replace "heavily laden truck." It was so obvious when it hit me that I wondered why it took so long to occur to me. I'd be more concerned it's due to my aging brain if I didn't know from decades of experience that my poems are rarely completely finished. With edits sometimes occurring to me many, many years later. Photomorph “Diverse Divers” (1-18-18 006v4a[6]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, July 01, 2019

CHOPPY SEAS (photomorph) & THE RIDE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE RIDE

that acquaintance of mine sure has balls!
she’s riding that weird, large black wheel
in the pool with the greatest of glee, even
as it tumbles her into the deep end, over
and over; I must admit I’m perfectly
content to rest up here on the balcony on
my mattress, letting my envy dissolve in
the reality of what she’s doing; two men
at pool’s edge briefly watch this water play,
one of them an aging handsome man I have
an enduring crush on; as they turn heel
to leave, the other one points up at me
over his shoulder and asks the one I like
so much if he’s talked with me yet; as my
crush says “No,” my hope rises in waves
like that on the pool’s surface and when he
starts walking toward me I nearly plotz; but
will I never learn? all he wants is to point
out I’d missed a correction in his fiction
writing he’d recently had me copy edit, that
“sue the marriage” is not grammatically
proper; I agree with a blush I try to fight
back, hastening to add that there are folk,
however, who think of any legal action as
“suing,” whether that’s a correct usage or
not, especially in the case of that line in
his creative writing which was referencing
a possible divorce; he starts to turn away
and clearly changes his mind, bending to
lay an arm across my prone body right at
my hips, with a definite look of invitation;
omigosh, my imagination floods instantly
as if I’d just been dunked by that odd
water wheel: does this old lady have
even one drop of energy, nay, call a
spade a spade, courage left for a ride


[free verse poem on a dream of 6-30-19. Another blush: that "crush" was Kevin Sorbo (at about my age, which is 75), star of that ancient T.V. series "Hercules." I really enjoyed that show, and its ilk such as "Xena: Warrior Princess." Photomorph “Choppy Seas” (1-2-18 007vm[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, June 30, 2019

YOUR BRAIN ON BLAME (photomorph) & BLAME (non-dream mixed format poem) by Roswila


BLAME

all too easy to
blame the object at hand,
anything’s better
than accepting one’s incapacity,
one’s own deep brokenness

it’s this vacuum dust cup that works
in a maddeningly counterintuitive way

it’s you who just doesn’t catch
my drift no matter what I throw at you

and this desperation is not mine,
it belongs to the crazed world


[non-dream tanka capped by three two-liners, written 6-30-19. BTW, that vacuum dust cup is truly a terror. No matter how many times I’ve left notes for myself about how its several pieces fit back together in the machine, it all goes awry. I swear it’s possessed!
😈 Photomorph “Your Brain on Blame” (9-27-18 2-22-18[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, June 28, 2019

PAINTING WITH LIGHT & SHADOW (photomorph) & OLD FOOLS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


OLD FOOLS

my new friend, a large, soft-bodied old
man at least as ancient as I am, smiles at me
as he hobbles by to sit at a table behind me;
I feel him tugging very lightly on my long
white, braided pony tail but try to stay focused
on the dinner table conversation where I am
until something tells me I’d better check out
just what he’s actually doing behind my back:
LOL! he’s dipped my braid in a large glass of
lemonade and is flapping it lightly in the air
as if preparing a brush to start a painting or
calligraphy stroke! I instantly grab my tail
from him and splatter him directly: “Take
that, you silly old rotter,” I say, thinking
with a burgeoning affection that there’s
truly nothing like a pair of old fools


[free verse poem on a dream of 6-24-19. Photomorph “Painting with Light & Shadow” (12-6-17 005v5[2]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, June 27, 2019

WELLING UP (photomorph) & THE INJURY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE INJURY

it’s a life-long reality others
have noted, and often teased her
about as a child: she bruises all too
readily, the vast majority of the time
barely recalling the bump or blow that
brings an angry blue face with its puffed
cheeks to the surface, to give way slowly
to a sad simpering purple, and lastly to
a sickly yellow, as if the outed injury
no longer has the stomach for a face-
off with this churning world


[non-dream free verse poem written 6-25-19. I’m not sure that the “she” voice works in the first two lines, but couldn’t find a way around using “she” or “I” somewhere in any of the several drafts of this little poem. And I had a strong feeling against using “I,” for some reason. BTW, I did do some research on easy bruising years ago but nothing was helpful (all I recall now is a need for extra vitamin C, which I’ve always taken anyway.) This was drafted on my third long walk in a week and a half. I’d missed how poems pop on these walks. And not only their popping, their quality: it seems to be at least a little bit better than what I’ve been producing for some time now. Maybe it has to do with improved circulation to my brain from all the exercise? And that’s only partly a joke. Photomorph “Welling Up” (9-27-17 v4) 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, June 26, 2019

GOOD FENCES ... (photo) & "horse shoes in a line ..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


horse shoes in a line
on a chain link fence: luck
hung out to dry


[non-dream haiku written 6-25-19. Caught this smile inducing sight as I began my third long walk in a week and a half (there’s a regular horse shoe game in our retirement community’s side field/lot). Making progress with the walks! The first two were a week apart, and this third was only two days after the previous one. Photo “Good Fences …” (11-9-17 006v4) 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, June 23, 2019

BURNING BUSH (photomorph) & "dirt erupting from..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


dirt erupting from
under the dandelion bush … ah!
gopher moving in


[non-dream haiku written 6-22-19. “Meh” as a haiku, IMHO. But it was a fun experience. Not only that, but it happened on my second long walk after over a year of none, on a day that had been predicted to be foggy but was sunny and just the right temperature (for chilly-willy me). I just now googled for “dandelion bush” and didn’t get any clear answer as to whether that’s what it was; only a couple pix that looked like what I saw. One of which was titled with the same question I have: a dandelion bush? BTW, it was a tremendously hard walk (mostly due to feeling exhausted). However, I expected this. I remember how it went when I first built up to long walks a couple of years ago. Took several weeks. So, I’m focusing on the joy of doing it – which is considerable -- and not its inevitable attendant difficulties. Hm, that could be a good approach to my life in general, ey? Listen for the joy, and mute the rest. Photomorph “Burning Bush” (8-5-09 4956v2a[3]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant 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, June 20, 2019

WRESTLING WITH THE DARK (photomorph) & IT (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


IT

as the song lyrics
go: “Hello, darkness, my old friend…”*
seems nothing’s ever
completely done with, well, at least not
the things we most wish would be

and “friend”? by now, yes,
in that sense that its parameters
offer few if any
hitches or trip wires anymore, beyond those
built into it when first bursting on the scene

and singing this sad, beautiful old song? maybe an
attempt to take a bit of the hair of the dog that bit me

ah, I get it now,
that urge to sing to calm the savage breast
has as much to do
with soothing the singer as the sobbing
in the dark (or growling, as the case may be)

and so, I sing old
songs; maybe nothing can be done
to lay this dark down
to a final rest, but I can love us both, out
into the demands of the day, with song


[tanka series with one two-liner, inspired by hearing/singing “The Sounds of Silence” throughout my dreams of 6-19-19. If you’d like to hear an intense version (by the band Disturbed) that reflects my overall dream mood last night click here. Photomorph "Wrestling with the Dark" (6-28-09 29882[4]) 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.