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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

NIGHT VOYAGE (photomorph) & A CRISP SALUTE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


A CRISP SALUTE

oh, no, not another self-pitying poem ... well,
maybe she should just get it all out: like vomiting
she'll feel better once it's over -- even though she
knows it won't do one whit to alleviate the ultimate
cause of her nauseating state, that's unknown
(at least to her) and probably incurable as she'd
have stumbled on a fix by now (if due only to
the sheer number of tries) ... so, here goes: just
why is she still alone, no man on the horizon, or
better yet one standing clearly and willfully in front
of her at full alert or on the way, but no, a male
of the species who's got her on the hook always stands
apart altogether, or rushes on after an unavoidable
brief brush with closeness (ships passing in the night
have nothing on them) ... and given her life long
propensity to blame herself for everything,
she then wonders -- one more painful time --
what's wrong with her, even as she dreams
that her palms are weeping with the need
to touch, to explore, to raise passion
to the rafters, or failing that, to a crisp
salute to all they might have shared


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-15-18. I've mixed feelings about this poem, and the pic I've chosen to go with it. But haven't got any other poem or pic I'd rather post, so here they are: a sad pair, just like in the poem (big wry laugh). BTW, though this is not a dream-based poem, an old dream is referenced in that closing image of weeping palms. Photomorph "Night Voyage" (1-2-18 007v2b) by Roswila]

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

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Monday, January 15, 2018

ASHES, ASHES, ALL FALL DOWN (photomorph) & DOS DESPEDIDAS (dream narrative) by Roswila


DOS DESPEDIDAS*

dream one:

to get him to leave my rooms, I volunteer
to light the stub of his cigarette, knowing
that he'll have to leave to smoke it; even as
I blow out the match I'm shooing him out
the front door, telling him to hurry on his
way because I don't want anyone to think
I've been smoking since, as he well knows,
it's against the rules; while he's walking
over the door sill a fellow resident he's
friendly with tries to step into my room
and takes the cigarette from him, puffing
hungrily on it; there's barely anything
left of the stub and I'm reminded of my
hippie days and how we'd use a tweezers
to hold the last bit of a joint; but no matter
that fond memory, I want these two out of
my space for even if I have found this
second man rather attractive, I now no
longer do: so desperate for a drag he's
blocking my doorway and, worse yet,
as usual he's still not acknowledging my
existence, only that cigarette stub that's
nearly burning his fingers: Out! Out! I
demand, more than happy to relieve
myself of dealing with either of them


dream two:

we have another new hair stylist working in our
community's salon; I haven't ever used it over the
years but for some reason let this newest woman
rig my long hair up in a tight, skull skimming
confection, none of it loose, not even a small
dangling braid; it feels odd but I like what she's
done and wonder if anyone will even notice,
the last and only time I arranged my hair in a
tight bun no one said a word; as I walk down
the central Promenade toward the dining room
I recall that as a symbol hair often represents
our thoughts, and I chuckle to myself: how is
my thinking changing, and about what,
or maybe, whom?


[narrative on two dreams of 1-13-18. * "Dos Despedidas," Spanish for "Two Good-Byes." LOL! Analyzing that second dream as I was dreaming it. It wasn't really a lucid dream (knowing one is dreaming as one is actually dreaming). But it illustrates a tendency I'm seeing more and more as I get even older. Dreams and waking seem to be becoming more similar (dreams more realistic and waking ever more filled with imaginative scenarios). Here, in the end of that second dream I'm essentially doing what my waking mind would have on recalling the dream. Photomorph "Ashes, Ashes, All Fall Down" (12-30-17 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.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Sunday, January 14, 2018

RAPPROCHEMENT (photomorph) & FLOORED, or WHICH IS THE BIGGER B.S. STORY? (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


FLOORED, or, WHICH IS THE BIGGER B.S. STORY?

dream one:

a sweetheart from my teenage years
that my best girlfriend stole from me
rebounds, repeating that he likes me ...
likes me ... really likes me; and not as one
might think to reassure me that he won't
desert me again for her, but oddly enough,
I sense that it's to stress it's not love he's
talking about but a genuine liking; as we
sit on the floor and I try to get comfortable
enough to cuddle with him against the wall,
I watch the profusion of tattoos on his arms
moving like little mouths and chuckle silently
and wryly to myself as I recall that old joke
about lawyers: how can you tell when a man
is lying? his mouth's moving


dream two:

rearranging my small apartment's not only
a lot of work but a challenge, move one thing
and twenty others have to be put somewhere
else to make room for it; and all the dust and
gunk that's getting stirred up! I know I've not
done a thorough cleaning in quite some time
but didn't think it'd gotten quite this bad! I
decide to sweep even though the reorganizing's
far from complete, as it'll make things more
visually pleasant, not to mention I won't be
tracking crap everywhere as I go on rearranging;
yikes! what's this! a pile of ancient, dried dog doo
behind a small plank propped against the baseboard
in the kitchen: what the hell? my roommate of many
years ago told me she'd gotten rid of all this shit,
yet here it is! big as life and twice as ugly! at least
it's aroma, shall we say, is long gone, but that's
small comfort, I think, as I sweep the large hard
turds onto a sheet of newspaper preparing
to get rid of them at last


[free verse poem on two dreams of 1-11-18. I blush to admit my rooms really do need a thorough cleaning. However, house cleaning here is a metaphor. I've got more inner garbage to organize and/or toss than I'd realized. BTW, the people in these dreams are folk I knew many years ago (actually, the woman's the same one in both dreams). And the dreams helped me recognize resonances with current relationships. Talk about a need for house cleaning! Not necessarily tossing the relationships, but how I do them, how I am within them. I'm also reminded of that old expression "What you permit, you teach." And that repeated image of a floor is intriguing, which is why I stress it in the title. Photomorph "Rapprochement" (10-3-11 11324v6a) by Roswila]

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

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Saturday, January 13, 2018

MIXED SIGNALS (photomorph) & THE IRONY OF IT ALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE IRONY OF IT ALL

will you ever invite (nay, as you did then,
gently command) me to touch you in that way
again? no, no, not that way, I've come to believe
it's highly unlikely you'll ever encourage, much less
request what I so desire ... but, as I said, will you ever
again ask for my touch in that oddly intimate way,
as you did that time, encouraging my palming
of your shoulder and all that warmth radiating
from beneath your brand new shirt; sadly, I've never
been good at reading the non-verbal signals a man
puts out and so did not interpret the electricity
I felt there as a direct current of inquiry; not to
mention I was far too buzzed by my own barely
buffered desire, not wanting it to spill over
and disrupt that sweet and all too rare
connection with you


[non-dream free verse poem of 1-11-18. Photomorph "Mixed Signals" (10-3-11 11324v10e) by Roswila, best viewed in larger version to see the details, so just click on the image if interested]

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, January 12, 2018

THE GATHERING (photomorph) & AT THE FAR END OF LIFE (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


AT THE FAR END OF LIFE

I'd hate to believe
this is all there's going to be,
but maybe it's enough:
enfolding the heat of brilliant
sunlight in my empty lap


[non-dream tanka written 1-12-18. Photomorph "The Gathering" (10-8-11 11370v2e) by Roswila]

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

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Thursday, January 11, 2018

UNPLAITED (photo) & THE ONLY CLOSENESS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE ONLY CLOSENESS

in the music video, Willie*combs his long
hair preparing to braid it, just as I finger
comb my own lengthy spider webs, testing
to see if they're dry enough to be plaited;
his rendition of "You Don't Know Me"
goes on, as do my tears and finger combing
while I try to sing along with him despite
my sobbing: is this the only closeness
I'll ever have with a man I adore
before I am loosed from this life onto
the high winds like an ancient, fragile
web, torn loose and unraveled


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-10-18. *Willie Nelson's rendition of "You Don't Know Me", on YouTube. And as I've said on this blog in the past, I have a tremendous crush on him. Photo "Unplaited" (7-18-16 007v2a) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

SKY STRUTS (photomorph) & HOW DOES (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


HOW DOES

how does one survive an environmental
threat, one that slowly eats away at one's
natural habitat and everything one depends
on, leaving only raw hunger and a faculty for
creative planning and playfulness that's fast
becoming more a sorrow than a joy; this faculty
that's always protected everything beneath it,
even as it now rattles in the winter wind facing
off the cold blue sky like a large white, paper
umbrella with fragile wooden struts; and, as ever,
displaying words, this time written in dark blue
calligraphy spanning its long translucent curves:
Thank You


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-10-18. This one was a challenge to format on the page. My initial shaping was very much like the side view of an umbrella (just for the fun of it!). But the longest line just before the "handle" words of "Thank You" did not fit this blog's column width and got broken. Argh! Although this shaping is fine, having seen the umbrella like one, it leaves me cold. I've often thought how anyone viewing this blog with their screen font size set larger, is frequently not seeing my intended formatting anyway. Sigh. An object lesson in how environment impacts us. (Yeah, I could adjust the column width in this blog's template. But that's more work than I'm willing to go to. Especially to fix a problem that [probably] rarely crops up.) BTW, this poem is the off-shoot of watching a World Wildlife Fund video on polar bears and their vanishing environment. My stepmother used to say I was like a polar bear -- cuddly but a little chilly. And one of the narrators in the video called the polar bear an umbrella species, and I was off and writing. However, though it may not be clear in the poem, it is meant by extension to address more than my own little life. Photomorph "Sky Struts" (9-05-09 6468e5) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

WASHED AWAY (photomorph) & AFTER THE FIRE, THE FLOOD (mixed format, non-dream poem) by Roswila


AFTER THE FIRE, THE FLOOD

morning news:
houses washed away by
the torrential rainstorm,
broken pieces like skeletons
littering the muddy earth

rescued people and pets helped down
from the backs of huge military vehicles

stories of neighbors rescuing neighbors,
with their own homes also buried, or gone

"All I heard was a huge 'whoosh' and there was
four feet of mud surrounding our home..."

a dazed man lifting his trained rescue dog:
"... and the fireman carried him, just this way!"

yes, "just this way" the best in us surfacing
through the fire, and from the mud


[a tanka and five two-liners written 1-9-18, while watching T.V. news on the torrential rainstorm that's caused mudslides below the recently burned wildfire areas in Santa Barbara County (near where I live) and Ventura, CA. Photomorph "Washed Away" (10-5-09 7296ev5a) 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, January 08, 2018

RESURRECTION (photomorph) & HUMAN REMAINS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


HUMAN REMAINS

Could this dream have any more images in it
that turn me off, that make me want to totally
reject it and not even attempt to write about it?
I don't think so

For starters: three dead people buried in garbage
cans in shallow graves beneath a lawn

Add to all this, the dead are those who've
been highly problematic in my life, with each
of the three doing double duty: I know who
they are, er, rather were; however, their names
are not theirs but those of others who also give
me fits, making a grand total of six folk
who are dead to me

Then there's the fact that the woman whose
hoe hit the garbage cans as she was cleaning
up the messy lawn bears the name of a Saint!

Yeah, only a Saint would want to or even
could take on this smelly resurrection (oh,
yes, I forgot to mention the aroma coming
from the cans-cum-coffins once they got
jostled was eye watering and nauseating)

I'm reminded of what William Faulkner
said: "The past is not dead, it's not even
past" ... this is what denial does, buries
but does not rid us of what we refuse
to deal with anymore

Yet just what am I and this benighted
Saint as she dithers unhappily over what
her hoeing has resurrected, supposed to do
with all this evidence of death and denial?

Do human remains make good compost?


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-6-17. I can count the number of nightmares I've had in my life on the fingers of one hand. Although I don't consider this one of them, it comes darn close. BTW, my personal definition of a nightmare is a dream that's so impossible to tolerate that I wake myself up to get away from it. And in those few I've had, I was raped, or stabbed or attacked in some way. None of that happened here. I also have begun to suspect that the burials may not be all that negative. Nor the Saint all that positive. Once that possibility of compost entered my waking mind in the writing process, I began to see a suggestion that there's a way I cause myself much misery by digging up the dead, so to speak. All the while, thinking I'm doing something necessary. Something that was necessary at one time but may be no more. As in actuality many things do -- despite Faulkner's assertion -- have their ends; are truly over. I'm now reminded of a bible quote I saw on a Zen calendar: Let the dead bury their dead. My interpretation in light of this dream? Live, here and now, and leave the dead and gone be. Photomorph "Resurrection" (10-5-09 7336v4g) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Sunday, January 07, 2018

RAIN BOWS (photomorph) & "the willow's aim ..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


the willow's aim is off
the water shots land where I'd
just been sitting


[haiku written 2-8-17. Had a rather disturbing dream last night about some dead people having been buried in garbage cans in shallow graves beneath a lawn. Knowing me, I will probably try to work it up into a dream poem, but am very resistant to the idea. So I went through my haiku master file for any still un-posted poems to put up today. And this one even fits what we're expecting: a rainstorm. Yay! We're still in a drought here in this area of CA, and can really use it. Of course, there are worries about mudslides in the recent wildfire areas in Ventura and Carpinteria. Photomorph "Rain Bows" (9-5-13 0009v3o) 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, January 06, 2018

CONVOLUTED LURE (photomorph) & FISHING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


FISHING

oh, no, not another evening of your
endless questions, tossed at me from
a safe distance as if fly fishing; but not
even hip high boots, a waterproof jacket,
and a floppy canvas hat can protect you
from this reality: if I so choose, I can easily
shake off the lures you cast, hidden (or so
you think) in your questions, they don't go
all that deep, not for this ocean savvy fish;
and although I'd welcome finding out what
being your catch of the day would be like,
I'm tired of this hook and release game, it's
like the film "Groundhog Day,"* with me
thrown back each time into the unknown,
without us ever really getting to know each
other (carnally, or otherwise); so put all
those fishing (and I'm starting to think
somewhat "fishy") questions away, along
with that tangled mental gear with which
you protect yourself: I don't bite (well,
not unless invited to, and only then if so
inclined), and this game fish is just about
to swim off to more inviting waters


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-5-18. Okey dokey, at least I'm consistent ... another male of the human species dream (a guy I actually know). Fish/fishing was not the dream's metaphor. In fact, it was an extremely realistic dream. I chose the fishing metaphor as I started writing, realizing that's what it had felt like as I dreamed it. Link to info on Groundhog Day" movie. Photomorph "Convoluted Lure" (9-5-13 009v3d) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Friday, January 05, 2018

STIRRING THE POT (photo) & WHAT'S COOKIN'? (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


WHAT'S COOKIN'?

as I stir the large wide-mouthed pot of stew
on the stove to make sure all the chunks and
slices are thoroughly cooked, my large handled
spoon catches on a dark leathery strip of meat;
it seems utterly out of place in this concoction
and I also can't tell if it's spoiled; I stir it around
and around with the rest of the stew ingredients
thinking that once completely cooked, if it's rotten
won't matter as all the poison will have been boiled
away; a woman friend approaches and I decide to get
her opinion on this odd strip of meat, lifting it above
the pot, balanced precariously on the end of my ladle;
she looks at it and instantly says "Oh, no, it's gone
completely bad, just look into its eyes!" I check out
the meat and see a canine-like profile in it with a sharp
nose and even sharper teeth, and an eye I'm glad I can't
see the other in the pair of as it's so scary all by itself;
I quickly dump the steaming strip into the tightly
lidded garbage can in the corner, it's image sticking
in my mind like a warning that one should not come
anywhere near swallowing some things, ever


[free verse poem on a dream from the evening of 1-4-18. Sigh, Happy Birthday (yesterday) to me, ey? BTW, although not specifically stressed here, it was a male creature I saw in that piece of meat (if you'll pardon what right now I see as a rather appropriate pun). So though not overtly another in that series of males of the human species dreams I've been having, it does definitely connect to that miserable trend I (unfortunately) seem to have established in my dream world. Photo "Stirring the Pot" (12-30-17 006v2) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Thursday, January 04, 2018

WAITING FOR STARS (photo) & SOMEONE SO YOUNG (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


SOMEONE SO YOUNG

her fifteenth summer was one of the first
good, untainted ones she'd had since early
childhood: that two-month school break she lived
in Florida with her grandmother and uncle, many
states away from the denial that saturated her
father's house; her shyness and intense social
awkwardness were the same that summer as
ever but must have been outshone by something
that she neither felt nor saw in herself, especially
that evening she'll never forget when she gathered
the courage from somewhere to go to a party
for teenagers alone:

envision that she's watching the partiers lindy hop
beneath an abundance of stars, and that she's wearing
red Bermuda shorts with her long, fresh washed hair
tied with a ribbon in a high pony tail, when a cute
blond haired guy asks her to slow dance to the song
"Sea of Love;" also imagine her heart tripping: will
she step on his toes? or worse yet, will he pull her
way too close? and what will she do if he does?
but as hard as it is to accept she actually says
"yes" to his invitation; maybe its the softly warm
night air or the star shine mesmerizing her, but
she moves easily into his embrace and they
dance comfortably together, she feeling safe
in a male's arms for the first time in far
too long for someone so young


[a memory, written 1-3-18. This particular memory's been occurring to me, again and again, at odd moments recently. So I thought maybe writing about it would help me understand more fully why. However, right now all I get from it is more of that same yearning with which I still live: to feel both close and safe with a man. "Sea of Love," the version I danced to with that guy. Photo "Waiting for Stars" (1-2-18 002v2a) by Roswila]

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

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

AUTUMN OF THE EMERALD TABLET (photo) & THE TIDE THIS TIME (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE TIDE THIS TIME

the young, blond, long haired guy's some sort
of itinerant racer, only in town for a short time;
I'm delighted he's chosen me to pal around with
because he's really cute and personable and a great
antidote to all that's been ailing me for way too long;
so what if this cure will only be temporary, and isn't
sexual as I'd like it to be, for any sense that this old
lady is really liked by an attractive man, is very
welcome; he takes me for a walk to show me
a beautiful area he's found, a spreading flatland
that's solidly over grown with grasses and bushes
and even some small trees, like a deep green sea
bobbing in the breezes bearing healthy plant life
that had somehow escaped the recent horrendous
wildfires; I then realize the resemblance to a sea
is greater than I thought when all the greenness
begins rushing like a tide toward us; clearly all
this life is rooted beneath a prairie of water that's
about to inundate us as we stand on a hillock; he
grabs my hand, saying we've stayed too long,
the tide's turning, we need to get back to town;
I face away from him toward home, prompting his
surprised comment: "You're moving away just as I'm
about to kiss you?" Dag it! He's right, I never have
been able to interpret a man's signals correctly;
we share a lengthy, passionate kiss and he whispers
in my ear afterwards that he's not wanted to be
anywhere for any length of time in many years,
but that he's going to stay around here for a good
long time; we stumble down the hillock toward
town holding hands, the green tide
lapping at our feet


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-2-18. Amazing! When I went to sleep, I'd not have bet a plug nickel I'd have any sort of pleasant dream. Yeah, it's clearly wish fulfillment (and about a man, again) but there are levels to it that are encouraging. Especially given the horrendous state I was in yesterday (one that's been progressing down a scary path, actually). I think what I like most about this dream is all that green/growth that escaped the wildfires. Something does survive, doesn't? Something always survives the worst life and ourselves can do to us. In this case, quite a lot seems to have survived. As far as the male of the species? Eh, no sense "he's" ever going to show up in my waking life. But he led me to that great green sea in this dream. And that's what counts. Photo "Autumn of the Emerald Tablet" (1-2-18 005v2a) 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.