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Thursday, November 16, 2017

A TOUCHING ARRANGEMENT (photo) & PROXIMITY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


PROXIMITY

a sexy younger man and I hold each other
close everywhere we go; it's very exciting
and a lot of fun, too; it all started with
him just leaning a bit toward me each
time we'd meet up as if backed by a brief
burst of wind, even as I held back; then
the leaning gradually became mutual
and ultimately advanced quickly into this
holding each other on-the-move; leading me
to finally understand what some men mean
when they reply to their woman's question
"So why the hell did you sleep with that other
woman?!" with one word "Proximity...,"
and shrugging like embarrassed little boys;
yeah, before this delicious guy in my arms,
I'd been deeply hooked for way too long
on yearning after a man who was rarely
around, and all it's taken to redirect
that intense attachment of my passionate
longing? an intriguing, sexy man who has been
around and kept moving closer to boot
no matter my self-protective habit of distance,
until now we find ourselves here, naked
and embracing in front of a large wall mirror:
see!? this is where the real connection gets
made, not in the mind's yearning, not even
in its sometimes magical reaches,
but in the proximity of bodies


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-14-17. Photo "A Touching Arrangement" (11-9-17 006v3) 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, November 14, 2017

SURPRISED BY THE LIGHT (photomorph) & OLD TRICKS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


OLD TRICKS

I'm just a lonely old bag of useless tricks,
dragging around like someone else's
forgotten shadow

at least Felix the Cat has magic in his valise,
I'm just a lonely old bag of useless tricks
yearning to be picked up and spilled across
the evening sky like a shocking field
of new stars

but I'm just a lonely old bag of useless tricks,
a wish for emptiness the only one I ever make
on the first star I spot in a dark and distant sky

yeah, I'm just a lonely old bag
of useless tricks,
yearning ... and wishing ...
and waiting, always
waiting


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-14-17. Felix the Cat's Magic Bag of Tricks. Photomorph "Surprised By the Light" (11-2-17 011v9a) 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, November 13, 2017

DARE SHE BELIEVE? (photo) & CRAZY (dream narrative) by Roswila


CRAZY

my woman friend's large bodied as I am,
but young and dark-haired -- we squeeze into
her compact car, and although I'm not driving
I sit on the left side for the wheel's on the right

no, we're not in a foreign country, just good
old U. S. of A., New York City, no less,
and headed uptown, back to a small, ground
floor department store to get something I've
regretted not buying when I saw it there
earlier as I hobbled by on foot

I look over at her quickly when I realize she's
not her usual effusive self, in fact, she's not saying
anything at all ... yikes! her eyes are shut, and her
shoulder length hair's become a messy tumble
around her face as the car speeds north
up Lexington Avenue which is one way south,
not to mention she's passed out behind
the wheel!

as I fumble with my arthritic left foot for the brakes
(yeah, they're on the left, go figure, I couldn't
in the dream and can't now) I start shaking her
shoulder, trying to wake her -- but neither effort
accomplishes anything except that my left foot hits
the accelerator, the last thing it should be doing
-- where are the damn brakes? lots of pedal-like
mechanisms flop around on the floor
but none of them do anything helpful
and some are even clearly insane in design
and action!

well, maybe this is what I get for trying to take
the easy way, to avoid having to get back to that
store under my own steam -- yeah, this is what
happens all too often when I give the wheel
to someone else and let them
drive me crazy


[narrative on a dream of 11-12-17. What I'm left most curious about in this dream is what did I regret not buying. When the word "buy" or the concept of "buying" comes up in my dreams it most often is referencing a belief. What one chooses to believe, or can't believe. What have I chosen not to believe, or can't believe? Can't buy? The curiosity is so strong I just now went to the Tarot (online) and got The Star card. Sigh. The card most associated with hope; in fact, it's often Her flag word. And as I've mentioned here before I'm sure, I wrestle with hope, trying to reject it, as in my experience it only lets me down. Nay, drops me hard and from a great distance on my pointed little head! This is a big surprise to have what I've not bought and now regret not buying, turn out to be hope. And also to see how I fight reclaiming it ... well, even as I type all this I feel part of me trying to speed away from accepting that I need to have hope, even want it. ACK. Of course all this begs the question of hope about what? And, aye, there's the rub! The great big gnarly itchy cutting rub. BTW, that it's my left foot -- which is actually very arthritic -- aiding and abetting the car's dangerous unguided speeding, says that it's my conscious self that's part of this problem. "Left" being associated to left brain, and the more conscious functions. "Right" to right brain, and the less conscious functions. That driver is clearly my younger self who was not only rather "unconscious" back then, but whose influence I'm still less conscious of than I'd like to think. Oh, last thing: I find that inversion of driver on right and passenger on left interesting. Need to think more on it. Many ways to look at it. Photo "Dare She Believe?" (11-2-17 011v2d) 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, November 12, 2017

AUTUMN EVENING (photomorph) & JUST ... LIKE ... THAT (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


JUST ... LIKE ... THAT

how can I want more of you
(and I do, I sorely do) when you've
already given me so much just
by brushing up against my life,
now and then, like fall leaves,
warm with color, delicate of touch

for what would the stealthy approach
of winter be without your tumble
of transformations, reminding me
not to waste time grasping after
what falls through each moment
but to be with the rhythm
of it's dance down the sky
towards the earth's pillow

for whatever tumbles
is gone in a flash or
in a sinuous glide,
but it is gone,
and just
like
that


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-10-17. Photomorph "Autumn Evening" (10-26-17 011v8) 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, November 07, 2017

LIFE IN THAT OTHER UNIVERSE (photomorph) & A VERY BRIEF ENCOUNTER (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


A MOST BRIEF ENCOUNTER*

what's your story, man? all I know is what
leaked from every pore of your body as you
passed me by: the fumes of war mixed with
the sharp tang of self-medication; but beneath
all that, what was there remaining that hadn't
gone up in fire and smoke, or succumbed to what
you ingest in order to find relief from the unbearable,
to avoid outright self-immolation; am I imagining
it, or was there other life yet peeking out from those
dark and fogged in reaches like the eyes of hidden
creatures unknowingly reflecting the moonlight,
or as I say, is it just wishful thinking that some
fractured but still lively parts of us survive our
Hells, floating like those many seagulls today,
way out in calmer water, beyond the surf
that would grind everything to dust


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-7-17. *I happened to be thinking of Veterans day -- November 11 -- when this encounter occurred. I live in a retirement community with a goodly number of vets. Probably should hold this for a Veterans Day post. But it's the only new thing I have to put up today. Photomorph "Life in That Other Universe" (11-2-17 011v3k) 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, November 05, 2017

TWICE NOTHING (photomorph) & DOUBLE VISION (a pair of free verse dream poems) by Roswila


DOUBLE VISION
(two dreams from one night)

One --

I hand that man I find almost painfully
magnetic a photo I took of him; I'm not
sure how he'll take it since I've morphed
it into a surreal scene:
he stands in a clearing in a forest
in a rather insubstantial form,
one can almost see through him
he's so blurred and ethereal.

Standing next to him in a line stretching
to the left frame of this photo, is a series
of versions of him, each one smaller
and more ghost-like in appearance
as they get further away from his side.

This seems like an odd progression to my
dream's observing eye, to go from somewhat
surreal into even less and less real:
but what is the real, anyway?

It's ultimately what we make of it, photo
or feeling, thought or action:
it's perception and how we morph it
that's everything


Two --

she's finally had her nose operation,
which is both a relief to me, as she really
needed it -- it'd been way out of joint
for too long and clearly causing her an awful
lot of pain -- and a wee bit of quickly passing
worry, as she's extremely elderly and frail;
I'm actually more than a little surprised to find
I'm relieved, since I've never liked her a whole lot,
but it seems that we are attached at a deep,
non-judgmental level to others without even
knowing it until a flag of caring unfurls
in one's heart like a sigh of relief


[free verse poems on two consecutive dreams of 11-3-17. I'm going to state what may be obvious about this pair. I read them as saying that one can get lost in the forest of perception but one's heart will always hold what's real. BTW, I laughed out loud when I recalled that nose operation in the second dream: my own has truly been way out of joint for too long. And I was also a bit relieved (seems to be another point of these dreams, a wish for relief) to remember dreaming that that overly-magnetic man is becoming less and less substantial in my eyes. Though I was a bit annoyed at how the dream suggests he's just one in a long line that have haunted me. No s--t! I don't really need to have my nose rubbed in that -- another nose image :-D. And that just sent me off googling on the symbolism of the nose: "[The nose: representation and symbolism]. ... This representation is certainly related to the symbolic force of the nasal appendage, not only a vector of diverse and variable odours but also a passage for the spirit and to the heart. The nose is therefore a significative element of relation, of contact and of expression." Yikes! Pin me, or what?
Photomorph "Twice Nothing" (11-2-17 021v2b) 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, November 03, 2017

THERE'S NO MENDING IT (photomorph) & "APPLES & ORANGES" (dream narrative) by Roswila


"APPLES AND ORANGES"

it's been a long time since I've watched a dream
as if it were a movie, this night's eye-opener flick has only
two characters, one of them a middle-aged and surprisingly
slim me, and the other that actress I find annoying because she
hits me as trying way too hard; however, push come to shove,
I'd have to admit it's her open ease with her sexuality that
most disturbs me ... now, as the action starts:

she's trying to get me to put up every one of the poems
she likes on our community bulletin board, being rather more
aggressive than usual as she knows I'm short on submissions,
but what she doesn't comprehend (or maybe just ignores)
is we also only have so much space, and then, there's trying
to balance it all visually: the board needs to look thought out
and each poem given enough room to "breathe," not to
mention that my boss has laid out guidelines with which I
am in complete agreement; the actress is having none of
my tactful explanations and won't let go of her out-sized
demand, won't hear of anything but a "yes" to what
she's so passionately pressuring me to do

this scene feels both strange and all too familiar, as
my intensely observant and intuitive mind searches
quickly for a solution that will keep the peace for I
cannot face what I feel will be coming from her: I'll be
blamed for being "difficult," as I always am when
standing firmly on being correct, on doing what I
perceive to be the right and respectful thing;
the actress keeps yammering on and I sadly decide
that maybe peace is sometimes more important than
standing on one's principles, maybe what appears
messy to me will not only please this irritating actress,
but many others, for my aesthetic sense and need to
respect fellow artists' work has always been rather
poorly understood (or at least undervalued) by other folk
... and, sigh, this is a community bulletin board

and so I tell the actress that I'll find a way to put up
all the poems she's submitted; of course, she's
delighted, saying something indicating that my
reputation for being difficult and thick-headed
is not deserved; however, I'm not at all flattered
to once more have my nose rubbed in how
misperceived I am: I stood firm on what I saw
as right and respectful, while she pushed
for what she desired


[narrative on a dream of 10-19-17. This one just about blew me out of the water. Which is why my notes on it sat on my desk until yesterday. Why such an intense reaction to the dream? It sets out a basic conflict I've been struggling with inside myself that feels irresolvable. One that's had me stymied my entire adult life. And is facing me now, at this end of life (I turn 74 in January) in a way that's just about tearing me apart. The dream's way of resolving its conflict still has me pondering. BTW, I do believe we rather often have very different pressures inside ourselves, with different needs and/or demands. Neither one necessarily the right or best one to attend to, but simply different. Each existing in a different inner world, with different priorities and values. (Democrats and Republicans, anyone?) Yikes! I could go on, especially into Jung's psychological concept of the balancing of the opposites. However, what I feel here isn't a matter of opposites that by definition are part of each other, strung out from each other in their intense polarity, so much as just plain differences that originate from separate "worlds," that have nothing connecting them. Yeah, I do get it. I could just be blind at this point to how they might be connected as the proper symbol to resolve/transcend that conflict hasn't surfaced. And the way I'm feeling, may never arrive. OK, I'll shut up and make this post. :-) Ooops! Just had the thought that the social aspect at the end -- looking to the community as a whole -- might be the symbol. That it's the container/symbol that holds those two separate worlds of the conflict. Hm, need to explore this more. Ironically? I feel at another level that I'm making a hell of a lot more of a rather plain and simple dream than it may warrant. Then again, I've always said that dreams are more like templates, from which we extrapolate what we need to -- another way to say we project on to them. As opposed to them always having an innate meaning we need to suss out. (Just as I morph many of my photos into things far beyond what they present as on my computer screen.) Photomorph "There's No Mending It" (11-2-17 011v4g) 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, October 28, 2017

BY STARLIGHT (photomorph) & THE LONG GONE STAR (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE LONG GONE STAR

Mama! Happy Birthday!
Yes, today would have been your 98th,
had you survived beyond your 34th
when I was only ten

Mama, I hardly knew ya

but I did know you couldn't abide jazz,
based on a poem of yours I stumbled
upon in my tumultuous teens, but what
music did you like to march to, in good
times and bad, inside yourself,
as you lived those few short years

and what did you do with that creativity
that bubbled over from you at times,
in story books you wrote, illustrated
and made for me by hand, the homes
you carefully decorated, the sometimes
wickedly fun Halloween costumes you'd
construct for yourself and Dad, did you
just keep that fountain covered, relegated
to some corner inside yourself in order to be
the sort of wife and mother you wanted to be

ah, Mama, I hardly knew ya

is this what your soul asked of you?
to birth and mother two children by
an alcoholic husband, one child now
deceased at the feet of alcoholism
himself, and the other, me, who feels
her life is a rather poor testament
to whatever sacrifices you made

yes, Mama, I hardly knew ya

try as I might to manifest that deep dream
I'm not even sure you knew you had,
that dream of yours that I only see
in brief flashes, small pieces of
a scintillating crazy quilt, an intuitive
vision that is still my long gone star

dear, Mama, I hardly knew ya


[non-dream free verse poem written 10-17-17 (on Mama's birthday). That refrain was inspired by the traditional folk song "Johnny, I hardly knew ye." Photomorph "By Starlight" (10-26-17 006v5a) 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, October 27, 2017

GETTING A GRIP (photomorph) & AT MY BACK (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


AT MY BACK

maybe some day a warm wind
will be at my back and sail me
surely into a man's arms, but today,
right now, right here, I'll gratefully
accept these wisps of windless
sunlight across my shoulders
and down my spine, helping me
to bear this time-worn loneliness


[non-dream free verse poem written 10-27-17. Photomorph "Getting A Grip" (10-26-17 003v4) by Roswila; and, yes, it's another version of the one I posted here yesterday ... hey, I get fascinated by some pix and come back to them, again and again]

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, October 26, 2017

BAD MOON RISING (photomorph) by Roswila


"Bad Moon Rising" (1026-17 003v6a) is all I have to offer today, i.e. no new poem or even an old one I care to re-post. I'd say the title/subject of this pic pretty much says it all. And, yes, that title is a reference to the old Creedence Clearwater Revival song of the same name (just google for lyrics). Here's a link to another version of the same pic I posted to my photo blog today ("Haunted Moon"). BTW, this above pic might be better viewed in a larger version to see the details, so just click on its image if you're 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.

* * * *
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, October 25, 2017

THIS WAY OUT (photo) & DEATH AS METAPHOR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


DEATH AS METAPHOR

Brenda* and I are together again,
in her apartment, with several women
I'm extremely uncertain about, and a few
men who are now nothing but tremendously
problematic; she looks ill and I'm concerned
for her, as I always was at the end of her life;
another woman, though, looks to be even
closer to her final breath: that woman
reminds me too much of Farrah Fawcett*
in her last days; I return to concentrating on
Brenda, after all she's the only friend left
I'm comfortable with and she's made it
known she's leaving, that she needs to do
something important elsewhere; my concern
for her is upped: what if she collapses on
the road, how will I ever find her?
just then, the Farrah look-alike comes up
to me, her pretty blouse massively wrinkled
after what must have been days of living in it;
her smile stretches the skin of her terribly
thin face taut so that her bones stand out
almost white even in the artificial light
of the room like a death's head: a painfully
fitting symbol for all that's dying in me,
all over again


[free verse poem on a dream of 10-24-17. *Both my friend Brenda and Farrah died of cancer. Photo "This Way Out" (10-18-17 new picture as xiii) 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, October 24, 2017

BACKBONE (photomorph) & ON DEMURRING (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


ON DEMURRING

watch me as I walk away
from you, for there, riding
the blue curve in the shadows
of my back lies both my power,
and my desire for you

for I learned long ago not to
face a man down, for only danger
has lain beneath confrontation

but rather, demurring before
I turn around and lift my face
to his, I wait for express
acceptance of what
he sees heating there,
along my back:

my power, distant and not yet
hot enough to burn but bright
enough to ignite his eyes
with the serpentine rising
of its flame


[non-dream free verse poem written 10-24-17. Photomorph "Backbone" (8-29-17 005v3) 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, October 23, 2017

RESURGENCE (photomorph) & AT THE EDGE (dream tanka series) by Roswila


AT THE EDGE

they stand at the edge
of the long wooden pier
each hoping the other
will speak of what always draws
the two of them together like this

that magnetic aura
that holds them like a promise,
or more truly a tease
for his wife's never far off
even when out of sight

just as it appears
that for once there will be
a full body hug
between them (if limned by regret),
his wife marches right up to them

she's dressed head to toe
in sunny yellow shades, and despite
the youthful color,
this rather stocky, imposing
woman seems a bit matronly

yes, she's the underlying
force to be reckoned with, she'll not
blow over like a storm
or fade away in the bright sunlight
heating the boards of the old pier

not like this scene, though,
that fades away into a waking sadness
that I don't even get
to hold him briefly close and warm
in the easy arms of a dream


[tanka series on a dream of 10-22-17. I'm not hankering after a married man. In fact, that wife actually represents an aspect of the man I have been hankering after (both in the dream and in waking life). E.g., a way of perceiving/understanding that he's "wedded to" that makes it nigh on to impossible for us to truly connect. And no less sad or separating than if he were actually married. No shame, no blame on either of us BTW; just the reality of canyon of difference between us. I googled for the symbolism of yellow, of course. But it opened up so much (all rather positive) that I can't go into it here. Suffice it to say, this is ultimately a forward moving dream. In large part it's saying I'm recognizing who he is at very important level, and letting go of him at last and mourning. Photomorph "Resurgence" (8-15-17 003v3t) 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, October 21, 2017

ON THE HUNT (photomorph) & PAIRING UP (dream narrative) by Roswila


PAIRING UP

the participants in the competition
gather on the field of play, a large,
empty mall parking lot

they outnumber those who just watch
from a distance, cheering or even
jeering as they elbow each other

the only way any of the competitors
can manage physically to play
the game, is to team up, as the men
have no usable arms, and the women
have no working legs

so there's lots of rushing around
trying to pair up, male/female,
despite a dearth of guidelines
to clarify how to do so,
or even what the rules
for the competition are

and for all the necessity of this
frenetic pairing, it almost appears
forced, as if not really wanted
by these men and women

though there's one dark haired,
youngish man who stands out
of the crowd; if clearly in a bit
of a panic, still he's actively
seeking a woman -- which is odd
as it's usually the women
who handle the more active
aspects of the seeking

maybe since he won this competition
the last time it was held, he's
anxious to win it again and doesn't
want to leave anything to chance


[narrative on a dream of 10-19-17. It was a heavy dreaming night. This dream -- that I largely interpret as being about the intra-species game of sex -- came after a dream that I largely interpret as being about death. Photomorph "On the Hunt" (10-18-17 018v2g) 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.