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Monday, May 20, 2019

FEED ME! (photomorph) & "high anxiety..." (non-dream senryu) by Roswila


high anxiety
I turn on the hungry printer
but it behaves!


[senryu written 5-20-19. Hardly worth the effort to post. However, I thought a positive experience is overdue to be shared here. This printer’s been jamming regularly and although I’ve begun research on a new one, I really can’t afford it. It’s been jamming for months and (so far) I do eventually get it to print. But what a procedure. Worth what little sanity I have left. And I had to print poems for the poetry wall I manage here in our dining room (for work by our fellow residents). Yeah, I could have put up an explanatory note on the poetry wall as to why no new poems recently. But I did not want to. So took courage in hand and voila! The printer cooperated. There will be fresh poems and a Memorial Day graphic posted by late this afternoon. It must have been a sketch to watch how gingerly I handled the printer, holding my breath on each approach.
😊 Waiting for it to chew on the paper. At least it never gnawed on me in the past when I was checking out its insides and removing bits of paper. Photomorph “Feed Me!” (Screenshots 2-7-19[9]) 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, May 19, 2019

SAMURAI HORSE (haiga) & THIS ROUGH RIDE (free verse poem in response to dreams) by Roswila


THIS ROUGH RIDE

were you to respect my insistent plea
and remove these reins you have on me
I’d probably just stand here, waiting
for your next tug, too well trained
after all these years to go on alone:
to the left? I can do that, to the right?
of course, or ahead into the scary future?
or even double back into the burned-out
plains of the past? all doable at the slightest
memory of the flicker of your hand or smile;
reins or no, your way would remain my way,
good, bad, or otherwise, as I seek out clues
from the remains of our entangled travels
for which way to turn: the price I continue
to pay for my inability to accept total
aloneness on this rough ride


[free verse poem written 5-19-19, based on associations to having “sung” the song “Let Me Go, Lover” on and off all last night in my dreams. Synchronistically, there’s a PBS NOVA special on T.V. right now about the relationship between horses and humans. Not sure the basic metaphor of this poem actually “works,” but I’m sure of so little in my life as I get older and older. I may have said this here before, but rather than learning at this late stage, I feel I’m un-learning mountains of stuff. And anything I believe I learn is provisional as things change on that proverbial dime. So, more and more I’m grasping for and following after -- not without conflict, and only more or less consciously, what has guided me up ‘til now. Even on those occasions when I find that what I hold is probably questionable and/or clearly painful. Image: “Samurai Horse” (Haiga folder, taiga6[2]) by Roswila, a haiga is an image with a small poem on it -- this poem is a 2008 dream-based tanka of mine, the sketch is one of my own from that time]

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, May 18, 2019

REACHING FOR THE SUN (photo) & "what evaporates..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


what evaporates
as my long hair air dries?
water, clearly
but something else lifts with the wet:
a rather sticky habit of negativity


[non-dream tanka written 5-18-19. No great shakes, and really more a hope that negativity is evaporating … at least for now, BWG (big wry grin). Photo “Reaching for the Sun” (9-8-09 6690ev2[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.

Friday, May 17, 2019

HER BRAIN ON BELIEF (photomorph) & BELIEF (non-dream mixed format poem) by Roswila


BELIEF

holding her hot, tear
wet face in her cold hands:
morning prayer,
nay, petition of any god out there,
though she has no belief one even exists

and yet what does believing, or not, matter
anymore (if it ever did) in her small life,

lived as in a trashed doll’s house: far better
she wipe her face and start coping with the day


[non-dream tanka with two capping 2-liners, written 5-17-19. There’s a hidden reference in this to my actual rooms. They are very small and I’ve somehow managed to stuff them. Presently, I’m doing my damnedest to sort everything and get rid of as much stuff as possible. In this process, I have piles of things all over, only some of them neatly in cartons, and all awaiting final determination. To my eye, my space looks rather trashed (or at the very least, as if I’d only moved in a few days ago). I’m also embarrassed to admit there is a definite association to the Ibsen play “A Doll’s House.” It’s pushing me to acknowledge a sort of “faked” child-like neediness with which I’ve faced many of the issues in my life. As to having a spiritual belief: that’s been a difficult issue I've gone back and forth on all of my life. And that painful struggle doesn’t look to be easing in old age. Photomorph “Her Brain On Belief” (Tarot Gallery-Found T 012v2h[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.

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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, May 16, 2019

HOT MESS (photomorph) & THE REVIEW (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


THE REVIEW

the dance rehearsal
hall is filled to capacity
with cast members;
I’ve arrived from the future to view
the first recording of a famous song

actually, the most
famous and beloved song ever sung
by Elvis Presley --
go know there’d been all this unclarity and
zealous squabbling involved in its creation

will they ever smooth it all out into
the incredible hit it is in my day?

Elvis listens to
each cast person’s thoughts and needs,
almost dancing as
he directs and considers, wandering
among these many anxious folk

something’s still missing
that’s in the completed hit song I
recall from the future,
and here it comes in the arms of a
young techie: an adorable toddler

her hair is curly,
a bright auburn, and as the cliché
goes: lights up the room,
but even her presence doesn’t pull
this puddle of loose ends together

it seems there’s truly
no going back, no getting a private
re-viewing of a
special scene, much less the fixing
of a massively messy one

each moment comes around only once
and we do best to live it as it does


[tanka series with two 2-liners on a dream of 5-15-19. I should mention that I’ve had numerous Elvis dreams over the years. He’s always – in one way or another – some aspect of my father (who was a handsome, troubled singer/actor with blue eyes and dark hair that was really a natural medium/light brown). I suppose another way to phrase one part of this dream’s message: leave the past to the past. There is more to this dream than that, but I’d have to go on for too long. And my plate for today is very full, so I’ll leave my comments at this. Photomorph “Hot Mess” (3-28-17 2656v93[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.

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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, May 15, 2019

GET A GRIP! (photo) & LOCATION (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


LOCATION

it’s not a secret
place to the masses who hide here
but the catch? we each
wear a unique mask to avoid capture,
masquerading as something else

what good, then, that we know our location in time
and space, when we can never know each other


[a tanka and capping two-liner on a dream of 5-14-19. This is an odd little dream. The more I fussed at the poem on it, the more it evolved. As if it were a living thing. Hm, that doesn’t really say what I mean. Especially as almost all my artistic efforts evolve in some way. Maybe it’d be closer to the experience to say the dream unfolded new tentacles as I wrote about it. As if it had been holding itself close, and the writing required letting go of that grip.
😊 And, in a way, that’s just what the poem above is addressing. Photo “Get A Grip!” (5-27-17 018) 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, May 14, 2019

PIECES OF A BROKEN HEART (photomorph) & TWO TENDER IMAGES (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


TWO TENDER IMAGES

Dream One

hugging a dark horse’s large warm head
to my breast to calm him I worry
if I’m standing at an angle
that will allow him to stay in motion
while I caress him (a challenge
to be sure), even as he huffs
softly and gently against me
like a heartbeat at rest


Dream Two

the sweet adolescent girl who’s so
anxious to help me save the bees
offers me advice on what to feed them
(which I had already begun to do
based on past knowledge),
then she starts teaching me how
to speak the bee language,
syllable by vibrating syllable …
should I tell her that I already
know how, interrupting her
evocative, accidental song?


[free verse poem on two dreams of 5-12-19. Given my recent dreams and daytime mood, I was surprised when I recalled these two. They both offer caring advice in a very welcome way when I've been feeling helpless/hopeless. The first seems to be addressing calming myself, especially given what agitation does to my body. The question/advice: How best to calm myself so that I am able to be more active, “to stay in motion.” In fact, as I typed that I thought “being in motion more often will be calming.” The second dream’s bee imagery led me to realize I need to start taking B-Complex vitamins again. I’d stopped a few months ago due to the expense. I take quite a range of supplements and I’d hoped the (rather sparse) B’s in my multi-vitamin would suffice. But as soon as I recalled these bees, I thought of B vitamins. So, I’ve ordered them again. The girl is also a jam-packed image that I won’t go into here. Suffice it to say, her desire to help is heart-warming. And here we are, back to that first dream’s ending. Photomorph “Pieces of A Broken Heart” (5-27-17 018v3a[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, May 13, 2019

DIAMOND DIG (photomorph) & PRECIOUS (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


PRECIOUS

from all the way down
there on the baseball diamond
he recognizes me,
his old (in both senses of the word)
friend who’s deeply proud of him

then he hails me, gesturing insistently that I
come down from the stands to be with him,

to be at his side as he’s being honored …
and giving me a gold medal of memory


[a tanka capped by two 2-liners on a dream of 5-11-19. A rather too precious dream, ey? Diamond? Gold? Medal?
😊 I have chased down the sources of the metaphors here. Mostly “day residue.” And no great insights arising from them so far. It seems to be basically a simple wish fulfilment dream. Photomorph “Diamond Dig” (Old Pix 6-22-09 2656v9h[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.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

THE EMPRESS [III] (from The Taiga Tarot) & THE DOOR IN THE SKY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila)


THE DOOR IN THE SKY

my first door in the sky!
I recall one beneath the sea,
the water supporting and furthering
the muscular struggle even approaching
it required of me, but there’s nothing
here to help me, simply the cold blue air
through which each effortful stroke
of my arms and legs slices instantly,
moving me not one whit closer
to the door, this intensely compelling
hinged portal whose only reason for
being -- at least in the waking world
– is to afford entrance to a different
space … ah! and now I get it (if only
on one metaphorical level) today
is Mother’s Day (bear with me)
and the Hebrew letter corresponded
with the Tarot’s Empress card --
the Archetypal Mother – is Daleth,*
which in noun form means “door” …
so much thinking for a dream in which
I’m itching to be in motion, not just
hanging around -- literally, hanging
becalmed in the air despite my best
efforts -- I could pray for a great wind
to come up and sweep me through that
door, only I’m not only sail-less but
rudderless, not to mention that I’ve rarely
been one to throw myself onto the winds
of change, especially now when body
and mind grow more fragile daily …
and so here I hang, waiting for the
inevitable advent of arthritic and
emotional pain to wake and drive
me through another morning


[free verse poem on a dream of 5-11-19. *All info mentioned here about The Empress card in The Tarot is factual. Image above: THE EMPRESS in my Taiga Tarot deck. This card was designed in 2007 and the deck is still in progress. The curved placement on those stars is meant to represent her traditional pregnant belly. The non-traditional tanka (poem) on this card is also dream-based. To see the few other completed designs I've made for cards in this deck, google for “The Taiga Tarot” blog.]

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, May 11, 2019

LIFE GOES ON (#2) & IN THE END (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila)


IN THE END

the six adults leave
the conference room their breaths
smelling of almonds
their suicide pact fully
acknowledged and enacted

this is better than
the long drawn-out deaths they’d
otherwise suffer
they start sharing memories
from their soon to end lives

the first one talks of
his life-long employment:
acting like a child
his small stature allowing
him to entertain endlessly

others speak -- the past more alive than they

the final adult
shares not a memory but
what he’d always wished:
at the last to dive into
a wild jungle river,

an adventurer to the end by an alligator’s bite
but now he sees that ‘gators wear many guises


[A re-post, including the following comments: “Three tanka, a monoku, a tanka, and a capping two-liner on a dream of 3-21-13. Just in case I haven’t made the underlying point (at least the most important one for me) to this dream clear, it’s not about suicide. It’s about not really living while we’re alive; that there are many forms of death, not just of the body. Staying stuck in the past is the ‘death’ being highlighted in the dream. The last tanka and capping two-liner put me in mind of that Shakespeare quote: ‘Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once.’ Of course, there’s also Hemingway’s response to that idea: ‘The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.’ ” Photo: “Life Goes On” (screenshots 5-11-19[3], a version I re-edited a bit this morning, of my pic that appeared originally with this 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.

* * * *
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, May 10, 2019

NO ESCAPING IT (photo) & OF SNAKE OIL AND MENTAL HEALTH (tanka dream series) by Roswila


OF SNAKE OIL & MENTAL HEALTH

they strongly urge me
to admit myself to their
mental health program –
I’ve been behaving in a
rageful uncontrolled manner

though their approach
is one of the new snake oil types
that keep popping up
I recognize I need help
and go through admission

an office worker
sadly announces they don’t
have a bed right now
though a doctor attempts and
fails to work something out

my rage tries but can’t
rise in the middle of this
ironic outcome:
even giving into them
has gotten me nowhere


[re-posting after a few very minor tweaks, of four tanka on a dream of 5-28-10. Photo “No Escaping It” (Screenshots 2-4-19[12]) 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, May 07, 2019

SHADOWS AT WORK (photo) & WATCHING THE AFTERNOON SLIP AWAY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


WATCHING THE AFTERNOON SLIP AWAY

these may be
only shadows
and it might not
be discernable
which
have fallen
from leaves
and which
from branches,
to float their darkness
on the packed earth,
but the crisp silhouette
of the trunk stands out,
slipping clearly – if
oh-so-slowly – around
beneath this old tree
like the hand
of a clock
on the wall
... ticking ...
... ticking ...


[non-dream free verse poem, drafted 10-8-18 and edited 5-7-19. One of those poems I had such decidedly mixed feelings about that I’m surprised I even saved the notes. But when I stumbled across the draft it so distinctly called up the experience that I thought it might have something to offer … if only to me … so I finished it. (As "finished" as any writing of mine ever is. :-D) Photo “Shadows at Work” (7-9-09 3580e b and w) 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, May 03, 2019

TAKING A POUNDING (photomorph) & "J'accuse, I blurt out..." (non-dream senryu) by Roswila


“J’accuse!” I blurt out
at the rise of more cruel images
memory’s dark side


[might be called a senryu, but probably it’s just a little poem in a similar format; non-dream, written 5-2-19. J'accuse: “French, literally ‘I accuse,’ phrase made famous by Emile Zola in a public letter attacking the irregularities of the Dreyfus trial (published Jan. 13, 1898),” quote from internet. Photomorph “Taking A Pounding” (Screenshots 1-30-19[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.

Thursday, May 02, 2019

DREAMING UP NEW ROSES (photomorph) & DREAM EGG (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


DREAM EGG

she dreams slipping out of herself, and walking easily
into her cold bathroom, leaving her to happily oversleep
in the warmth of her messy bed; but the ease with which
she rises and walks, quickly peels away the ruse, no matter
her dreaming mind takes a crack at it several times in a row:
her dream self sliding up and out of her sleeping body
into the day she wants desperately to avoid … no,
this is only a dream, she’s not known such quick
and painless rising nor such willingness to face
her day in many, many years; time to bring
her broken body and unwilling waking mind
along with her, up from this soft,
sheltering nest,
and break the illusory egg
of this wishful dream


[free verse poem on a dream of 5-1-19. Photomorph “Dreaming Up New Roses” (7-9-09 3581ev2[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.

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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.