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Sunday, August 19, 2018

THE LONG WALK HOME (photo) & "where's your walker ..." (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


where's your walker,
I ask of the woman even
older than I am
she's unconcerned and then I notice
she's hugely pregnant, her belly moving

omigosh! this nearly deaf, frail senior's
about to give birth on this sidewalk!

well, at least she's got her priorities straight:
supported walking's the least of her concerns


[a tanka with two 2-liners on a dream of 8-17-18. And I think the basic point of this dream is exactly those last two lines. I'm still focusing on the least important issues in my life that need to be dealt with. BTW, I have a dream narrative on the back burner from 8-16-18, on this same issue. I'd been unclear about that narrative until the above dream and now I get it. It's going to take some re-writing before posting. And I just realized on typing these notes, that an even earlier non-dream poem I posted on 8-17-18, with a belly dancing image, can be read to refer to this same issue. Photo "The Long Walk Home" (8-17-18 014v2) 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, August 18, 2018

THE NEST (photo) & "an alien's nest ..." (scifaiku) by Roswila


an alien's nest
rooting in my tired breast
I'm too old for this


[scifaiku written 8-18-18. A scifaiku is a haiku-like form with a science fiction, horror, or cosmological theme. This one was inspired by my accompanying photo: "The Nest" (8-17-18 017v2)]

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, August 17, 2018

OMPHALOS (photomorph) & BELLY DANCING REDUX (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BELLY DANCING REDUX

belly dancers share their artistry
again in dreams, images trailing
memories of years when I was not only
a fan but briefly studied this ancient
celebration of the female form and its
ability to give birth, memories with
entangling emotions almost as profuse
as the long fronds of this dancing willow
draping its languid, light brown belly
like the teasing of veils, the willow's
trunk vaguely suggesting the rounded
lines of a belly dancer, and the omphalos-
like dimple at the center winking in
and out of shadow, opening and closing
in response to life's alternating gift
of light ... then dark ... then light


[non-dream free verse poem written 8-9-18. *"omphalos" -- "a rounded stone (especially that at Delphi [of the famous oracle]) representing the navel of the earth in ancient Greek mythology" (from Wikipedia). This poem was inspired by stumbling across an earlier version of the accompanying pic of mine. BTW, yes, this poem is basically a run-on sentence the way I've punctuated and laid it out. But I hope it can still be followed by a reader. Photomorph "Omphalos" (3-25-17 010v4) 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, August 14, 2018

MIDNIGHT IN THE SCRIPTORIUM (photomorph) & COHORTS OF THE SUN (dream inspired free verse poem) by Roswila


COHORTS OF THE SUN

the tide's cresting on a backward
swing these days, intense daytime
recall of people floating up from the deep
ocean of the long gone and facing
me as if sugar wouldn't melt in their mouths;
while later, the dreams that people
the night plummet like lead sinkers
leaving no imprint on
the sea's turbulent surface;
of the two, give me the dreams
any day (rather, any night)
at least I can make poetry (of a sort)
from them; it's true the dreams no longer
look or feel the same in daylight
as they did at night, still
there's a pleasure in them all,
even the painful ones dancing
like Zorba the Greek
on the beach of the page;
but these harsh daytime memories, bah!
how I wish that poems would crest as readily
with their rise as they do with dreams,
making these messy cohorts of the sun
more amenable to the music of change


[Free verse poem inspired by a decrease in dream recall and an increase in waking, old memories, written & posted 9-13-15 -- re-posted 8-14-18 (with a wee bit of tweaking). In a way, it was a relief to run across this old poem as it exactly addresses what I've been going through for many months now. But also, of course, sad. I read somewhere many years ago that getting into one's dotage can negatively impact dream recall. I'd hoped I'd escape that given my life-long romance with night dreams. But aging is aging and the brain does what it does. And I've not lost all recall and do still have an occasional night of very well-remembered dreams. Usually, however, it's goes like last night: I'm acutely aware of dreaming/having dreamed and even have some extremely vague recall that is often not very compelling to either think or write about. E.g., the only image I'm left with from last night's dreams is that of trying to organize the paper records of a search for the right or better new home/house. The important thing seemed to be the papers. I could see them clearly: black font on white pages. And there was something in my boss's attitude implying I was wanting too much. I.e., who was I, just a "lowly" office worker, to be expecting a better home. And all this had happened before, was all too familiar. Oh, tell a lie! There was also something else about trying to get a boss in my new office to assign a clear area where I and others can hang our coats. She denied my request. Making it clear it was too much to ask, even though I'd identified an out of the way area that would accommodate a lot of coats. Hm, these two dream fragments could actually be worked up into poems. (Were they actually part of one dream?) Especially the second one. So maybe the "lack of recall" I've been complaining about would be more aptly called a "lack of interest and energy." As now that I've typed those notes about the vague dream recall from last night, I'm encouraged to work them up into poems.) Photo "Midnight in the Scriptorium" (4-13-18 018v2) & Poem 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, August 13, 2018

SHE CONTEMPLATES HER NEXT MOVE (photomorph) & BRIDGE GAME (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BRIDGE GAME

four unselfconsciously lovely
elderly ladies play bridge
in golden afternoon light

like mythic goddesses
they carefully place or playfully drop
bits of universes here and there,
even as they reclaim others
to create a winning hand

but there can be no losers
where beauty paired with brains abounds


[non-dream free verse poem written 7-9-18. Oh well, it was well intentioned, if only resulting in a "meh" poem. These ladies are neighbors in the retirement community I live in. (Yeah, I've been doing some complaining recently that my poems aren't up to snuff these days. But maybe I had a somewhat grandiose idea of what my poems have been like in the past? And, in truth, I'm only now "getting real" about my self assessment? I've said for many, many years that I think all my artistic efforts are basically massively mediocre. Maybe I'm only now really getting the truth in that. BTW, there's nothing wrong with being mediocre. It only stings if one has had [in my case, denied] pretensions to anything more.) Photomorph "She Contemplates Her Next Move" (11-2-17 011v2e) 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, August 12, 2018

UNDER AN ACID RAIN (photomorph) & "forget what they say..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


forget what they say
and forget what they don't say
that swirls like acid fog:
truth inheres neither in speech nor silence
but in the clarity of an action


[non-dream tanka written 8-12-18. Another "meh" bit of writing. Too preachy. Well, if I stop trying to understand it as a poem, it's not quite as disappointing. But where, oh where, has my little bit of poetic talent (if you will) gone? Most everything seems to come out in the voice of a preacher these days. Not by definition a bad thing, but if the writing, too, isn't up to snuff, it makes for a pretty poor piece. Photomorph "Under An Acid Rain" (4-13-18 010v2a) 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, August 10, 2018

DARK GARDEN (photomorph) & "the vending machine..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


the vending machine
drones along in the dark hall
with my aching joints
may this just be the overture
to a starbright symphony


[non-dream tanka written 8-6-18. Another "meh" poem in a recent string of "mehs." Ah well, this too shall (probably) pass. Note that parenthetical "probably," though. The older I get (and boy howdee, am I getting old) the more I realize things passing takes time. And, well, time is in shorter and shorter supply. Of course, time can always be very limited, at any age (my mother died when she was 34, a young boy I raised as my son was killed just before he turned 15, and so on). However, chances are still greater that we have more time ahead of us when young and less and less as we age. I'm closing in on 75. And maybe my difficulty with embracing getting so much older is effecting my writing (and photo work). I'd never have thought I'd age so ungracefully. Well, secretly ungracefully. I don't talk about it. Accept to the walls of my rooms. Maybe this is another case of "this, too, shall pass." And then I can get down to just being with whatever lands on my plate. Or falls off it. Photomorph "Dark Garden" (5-13-18 034v2r) 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, August 06, 2018

PATHS THROUGH THE DAY (photomorph) & RAGGED (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


RAGGED

BAM! not a gunshot?!
and just like that, the day's golden peace
gets blown to tatters
she gathers the shreds of the morning
around her again, a ragged comfort


[non-dream tanka written 8-5-18. Another one like yesterday's: no great shakes. But it's something to post and was quite a startling experience. What I don't go into in the tanka is that the "shot" was right behind me as I was sitting under my favorite willow tree and deep into thought. And I wasn't able to discern what it had been. Car backfire? Fireworks? Or even an actual gun shot. BTW, I'm not sure why I felt pulled to cast the tanka in a "her" voice. Just felt right. Hm, and this may actually be true, maybe I wanted to distance myself from that frightening experience. Photomorph "Paths Through The Day" (3-2-15 005v15h) 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, August 04, 2018

SEEKING PARITY (photomorph) & "so what if this pain..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


so what if this pain
never alters or even eases?
all things teach something:
gravity never lets up at all
and we keep striking a balance


[non-dream tanka written 8-3-18. No great shakes this one. But I really wanted to put something up since for a couple of days now I've have huge computer woes and it's a relief to be able to post. (At base, the problem was caused by and involving access to the editing pages of my blogs. But Google's also complicit.) So it's good just to post anything! Photomorph "Seeking Parity" (11-26-14 009v2a) 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, August 01, 2018

GENESIS (photomoprh) & THE RIGHT WORDS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila



THE RIGHT WORDS

how can the right words be found, or maybe
that's the problem, the freight of words is too much
and breaks the back of any attempt to describe this
moment ... hm, could one word do it by itself? like that
famous haiku: the single word "tundra"* in the middle of
a blank white page? or maybe (if I'm not over-reaching
myself) like my own one word effort of "fringe"** at the
edge of an empty page? ok, ok, so, the words "beauty"
and "liveliness" come to mind but each is as much of a
botheration as a gaggle of words, and they're not even
concrete -- though, true, one can sometimes see their
referents and even touch them, however, not without
endless differing interpretations and opinions to tell us
that this -- and not that, or some other of  so many 
ungraspable things -- is what they are  -- ah! how's 
about  the solitary word "emergence," in a rainbow 
of colors at the very bottom margin of a black page? 
as if about to fall like a shiny ripe apple into one's 
lap, or maybe even roll backwards into the grand
unknown from which it tumbled?


[non-dream free verse written 7-30-18.  *There is an actual famous "tundra" one word haiku by Cor van den Heuvel. **And in March of 2015, my "fringe" was accepted for inclusion in Joan Rosenberg Dent's ceramic book art:
Photomorph at top of this post: "Genesis" (2-8-10 19524ev2) 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, July 31, 2018

THE MOUNTAINS SUPERVISE (photo) & MOUNTAINOUS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


MOUNTAINOUS

so very familiar, this twisting, two-lane road
down the seaside mountain ... ah, yes, that's
what it was, a recurring night dream in my
long ago youth: it seems I'm always clambering
up a steadily rising, tree-lined mountain road
to its top most edge and wide angle view, then
stumbling back down through hot dust and over
rocks, skirting the roughest spots when possible,
the spectacular view below filled with buildings
that appear to grow larger, even as the gaps
in the mountain greenery seem less apparent
for all their increasing nearness; "It's a matter
of perspective..." one might be tempted to
assert and that's true, but what about all that
then lies unacknowledged outside the focus
on oh-so-carefully planned footsteps and
anxiously held breath at precipitous edges;
for if it could, would a mountain ever waste
even a moment of its slow time fearing
the loss of life and limb along the glorious
paths of its own transformations


[non-dream free verse poem written 7-22-18. Photo "The Mountains Supervise" (OLD PIX 001va d&p) 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, July 29, 2018

BREAKING FREE (photo) & AT THE BEACH (Or: How Low Can You Go) by Roswila


AT THE BEACH
(Or: “How Low Can You Go)

I watch myself – a large, dark brown, male
dog – get into a very brief but intense, noisy but
unbloody dust up with another dog – a smaller
light brown bitch; somehow I know we’re both
aware that The Shah, our Master, may have seen
our rebellious confrontation from his fancy
palanquin by the breezy water’s edge; despite
(or maybe due to) this unclarity the bitch and I
wander casually off the beach, each going our
own way; suddenly, I turn around and take a low
leap, landing right back at the beach, then crawl/
shimmy as low and slowly as I can across the
sand toward the lounging Shah, in abject
apology for the dog fight; I keep repeating this
leap/crawl maneuver as I near my Master;
then I see that the bitch is not far behind me,
she employing the same leap/crawl apology/
approach toward the imperious Shah; I cough
up sand as I leap and land for more crawling,
even though I realize I'm still no more certain
the Master witnessed our brief fight, but figure
it never hurts to cover one's butt by apologizing
to the powers that be for any show of
independence or power of one's
own, no matter how small or brief


[narrative on a dream of 7-28-18. Photo "Breaking Free" (7-7-09 3460v2) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post)
; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

ROSE MOON (photomorph) & BRING ON THE ROSES (mixed format, dream inspired poem) by Roswila


BRING ON THE ROSES

"Everything's coming up
roses ..."* I float myself into
morning singing this song

well, yes, I guess so,
even in the middle of my
renewed cynicism
this applies, for each rose
has its share of thorns and shadows

not to mention how
soon each joyous bloom dies ...
a bit like life, ey?

no escaping it
even as it begs the question
of usefulness
(I won't touch "meaning" with that
proverbial ten foot pole)

though one can always choose to view it all
from the land of the surreal, where joy and pain,

sensical and non-, all those opposites that
chase after each other in endless cycles,

calmly cohabit
defying sense and gravity
easing the brain's
cramped demand to find clear
purpose and import to it all

a form of transcendence I suppose -- so here's
an end to all this rambling: bring on the roses


[mix of tanka, dreamku, and two-liners on thoughts about lyrics sung in a dream of 2-24-15, posted 2-25-15, and re-posted today (7-28-18). *From the show tune "Everything's Coming Up Roses." Photomorph "Rose Moon" (6-28-09 2988v5c) 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, July 27, 2018

IT'S A MATTER OF PHEROMONES (photomorph ) & "in this special corner... (mixed format, non-dream poem) by Roswila


in this special corner
of my rapidly aging world
even ants are welcome:
these small but profuse signs that
life goes on, season after season,
and that I am still here to engage it all
in yet another round of who'll survive


[non-dream tanka with capping two-liner, written 7-27-18. Yeah, I usually put a line space between a tanka and any subsequent form. But this one reads a great deal better as one piece. BTW, written after a run in with our yearly tiny ant invasion (i.e., ants tiny, invasion huge). And for the first time I wasn't annoyed at noting them crawling across that outdoor chair cushion ... Photomorph "It's A Matter Of Pheromones" (5-18-15 044v2d) 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.