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Monday, February 20, 2017

FALL OF NIGHT (photomorph) & THE FALL (dream narrative) by Roswila


THE FALL

two men fall off the top of a massively high New York City
skyscraper, along with President Trump

the two men manage not only to cling quickly to the side
of the building outside some windows, but also to catch hold
of the plummeting Trump

these two know they can open and make it safely through
a window, but that President Trump's too old
and weak to do so

one of the men wriggles through a window and clears
the floor space inside for Trump, as these two
are determined to get him inside somehow

Trump and the second guy hold on outside, but it's clearly
getting harder for the President, who's shaking and looking
more than a bit worried

the outside guy starts looking around for help as he knows
the cell call his pal inside made to 911 can't get results
fast enough

he tries to hail two male dancers who've just climbed
outside through a window in a building next to them,
thinking they look very strong

but he can't get their attention and who knows if they'd help
anyway given it's Trump they'd be saving and he's such
a controversial figure

and he thinks it's rather a shame that he even has to be
concerned about such mickey mouse opinions; Trump is
commander-in-chief

then his friend inside yells "He's falling!!!!" and Trump
is plunging rapidly down and down, right next
to the building ...........

and now it's no longer Trump falling but the dreamer part
of the me who lives the waking life: what'll happen
when I hit bottom?

and before I can think much more I'm in the East River,
or as I mumble to myself "in the drink...," and as always,
by myself

I walk back toward my office, dripping wet, squelching
with every hobbling step, and when I get there no one
welcomes me

not one person evinces relief I'd fallen all that way
and survived; all I get is disbelief that I'm the one
who actually took that fall

they even do a haphazard physical examination for evidence
to prove to them I'd fallen, yet even this is done
with no real interest

everyone's more concerned with a book one of them just
had published and why she chose to write in the form
she did: a simple talk with God

and I think maybe I should write a book about my fall,
maybe then there'd be interest in or concern about
what I've just been through

but something tells me nothing will work, I was lonely
and largely disliked before the fall, why would it be
any different now?

I'd probably have gotten more attention and care had I died


[narrative on a dream of 2-18-17. First and foremost, let me say that the "simple talk with God" may be the growing edge to this novella length dream. BTW, this is the other dream I mentioned in my dream poem comments yesterday. And although I still think (as I did yesterday) Trump is a major shadow figure for me, he represents much more. Too much to go into here. Suffice it to say it's a lot to take in and deal with. I should note that consciously I can't abide Trump. So how he's related to in the dream is very telling. Here's a somewhat eerie quote (its opening images echo my dream) from Wikipedia about the shadow in psychology: "The shadow personifies everything that the subject refuses to acknowledge about himself" and represents "a tight passage, a narrow door, whose painful constriction no one is spared who goes down to the deep well." If and when "an individual makes an attempt to see his shadow, he becomes aware of (and often ashamed of) those qualities and impulses he denies in himself but can plainly see in others—such things as egotism, mental laziness, and sloppiness; unreal fantasies, schemes, and plots; carelessness and cowardice; inordinate love of money and possessions—...[i.e., a] painful and lengthy work of self-education." Self-education, indeed. Sigh. And a note on this narrative's line breaks: I wrote it entirely in couplets, with only that last line standing alone. But this blog's template does not accommodate such long lines and I had to break them into three lines instead. I'm not a happy camper but at least I made my own choices on where to break the lines and didn't let the program choose for me. Photomorph "Fall of Night" (5-27-15 045v2n) 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, February 19, 2017

DYING ON THE VINE (photomorph) & IN MY BROTHER'S ROOM (dream narrative) by Roswila


IN MY BROTHER'S ROOM

the pressure to pee forces me to seek out the toilet
in my brother's room; what a mess! the large space
clearly has not been straightened up in a very long time,
much less given a thorough cleaning; the ripped curtains
hang askew leaving the room totally open to the moon
and starlight, which ironically softens the edges
of the disarray, however, anyone can look in as well,
and will, given what city living's like; but the worst
of it is the rose bushes, they droop to the ground,
dead leaves and darkened dying blooms fall off
as I wend my way between their sad profusion under
the moonlight; as I begin adjusting the tattered curtains
to get some privacy I can see in my mind's eye that when
my brother's room is finally attended to the rose bushes
will need to be heavily pruned; though it's highly unlikely
they will spring back with new growth anyway;
life's never been and not about to be a bed of roses


[narrative on a dream of 2-18-17. My brother at about 6 years of age, which was the time our mother died. And he died a bit over 3 years ago, at 65. (BTW, I was 10 when our mother passed away, though in the dream I was the age I am now.) This dream is all the more intense given I'd just drafted a poem before going to sleep, in which (among other things) I asked for my brother's forgiveness for having failed him. What's more, this dream starts with a peeing image, which in my personal dream vocabulary often means I'm "pissed off." Much to ponder. Not to mention, the next dream I recall from last night is about Prez Trump, whom I cannot abide. And as I drafted a piece on that second dream, it became clear I need to look at what part of my own shadow self he represents. Ack! and Pitooey! Photomorph "Dying On the Vine" (2-13-17 021v2g) 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, February 18, 2017

LAST LIGHT BEFORE DARK (photo) & "dream of my neighbor..." (non-dream tanka pair) by Roswila


dream of my neighbor:
is this how she feels awake?
this upsetting lack
of clarity about most everything
even as she attempts to focus

where does a mind go
once it's gone from its home?
or is it still there,
washed so clean and shining there's
no way left to recognize it anymore


[tanka pair on a dream of 2-17-17. One of the things one witnesses in passing and lives with in friends in a retirement community is the slide (and occasional sudden fall) into dementia. Yesterday I kept running into the woman in this dream who's been going through this slide. This dream made me realize how much more of an impact this issue has been having on me personally. Beyond my (sometimes almost empathic) concern for anyone on the slide. My prayer for many years has been to retain my own mind to the end. But I now realize there's more this issue's been agitating in me. In part, it adds to the awareness I can't know how much time I have left. In this case, quality of time, not literal time. Photo "Last Light Before Dark" (1-30-17 010v2a) by Roswila]

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

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

* * * *
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, February 17, 2017

UNDER A DARK SUN (photomorph) & BAD BOYS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BAD BOYS

what's this bad boy attraction about,
this gravitation toward the man of whom
it's said "Honey, he's bad news!"

well, sister, it might not be about the man
at all but the woman's need to embrace
her own dark self by taking the bad boy on:
to know and celebrate her shadow self fully,
in all its woundedness and restless charm,
its rebellion and its moments of burning light

to sprawl beneath that which she's been warned
never even to approach: the dark sun
that she somehow senses will make
her equation balance out at last


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-28-17. Photomorph "Under a Dark Sun" (2-13-17 021v2d) 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, February 16, 2017

OUT OF THE DEPTHS (photomorph) & BLUE NOTE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BLUE NOTE

if one's life were a song, and if
that song had a key note, mine
would be the blue note
in a song of diminished chords

the same shivering blue the ocean
was forever imprinted by the day
my life was turned roughly aside
from adolescence to a premature
and fearful womanhood

that color I can never seem
to replicate, try as I might,
when I'm fussing
at my photos of the sea

Freud was said to have puzzled
over this compulsion to repeat,
that rises, then ebbs, then rises
again no matter how unwelcome

like this repeated key note of blue
in my song of diminishments

thank the high heavens
and all of its deities
that the sea's so much more
than any single color
and a song than any
one note


[non-dream free verse poem of 2-14-17. Photomorph "Out of the Depths" (2-13-17 008v2a) 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, February 15, 2017

ABACUS OF DEW (photo) & "rain drops or dew..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


rain drops or dew,
no matter, everything sparkles
in the morning light
the long backs of grass blades
bowing under wet blessings


[non-dream tanka written 2-8-17. Photo "Abacus of Dew" (2-13-17 002v2) 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, February 14, 2017

"Water, Water Everywhere..." (photo) & "elevator sign ..." (non-dream senryu) by Roswila


elevator sign:
water off today from one to two
I'm suddenly thirsty


[non-dream senryu written 2-8-17. As I'm sure I've said here before, senryu are very similar to haiku. The primary difference often being the lack of a word that indicates the season of the scene. But even that is often no way to distinguish senryu from haiku, as modern haiku writers often dispense with a season word (as I mostly do). Senryu also tend to be about the human condition, as opposed to nature. And again, this distinction is not always there between these two very similar forms. I'd say the single thing that most often prompts me to label one of mine a senryu is humor. Though haiku can also be humorous. Ultimately, it's frequently a toss up for me whether it's a senryu or haiku. I will hasten to add, there are writers and aficionados of both forms who would heartily disagree with me in what I've said here. As there are many schools of thought on both of these forms. Photo "Water, Water, Everywhere..." (2-13-17 009v2) by Roswila. And

♥♥ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ♥♥]

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, February 12, 2017

FEATHERING THE NIGHT (photomorph) & "his bright red hat..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


his bright red hat
with a feather in it: finery
lighting up the fog


[non-dream haiku written 2-8-17. Photomorph "Feathering the Night" (5-24-15 055v3a) 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, February 11, 2017

INTERNAL COMBUSTION (photomorph) & INTO OBLIVION (dream based prose poem) by Roswila


INTO OBLIVION

he enters the race along the wooded road,
despite the fact his motorcycle's been acting up
for a long time now, "What the hell," he thinks,
"At least it'll distract me for a while, and maybe
(yeah, like that'll ever happen) my bike'll
cooperate for once and go the distance
with no problems"

but of course, the hog (it's one of those old
huge machines, right out of some Hell's
Angels movie) stops dead in the middle
of the race, trees all around shushing
in the winter wind as if to muffle
his exclamation of self-pity, "What else
did I expect!" he exclaims, throwing
his large calloused hands up in the air
"I give up!"

and he walks, rolling the cantankerous old
bike to the edge of the road, up to the rough
wooden fence guarding a precipitous fall into
a canyon, "Forget saving it for parts," he
mumbles, and shoves the hog into the fence,
watching it break the makeshift railing
to bump and careen wildly down
and out of sight

he stares after the bike for some time, "You'd
never guess a classic old motorcycle
had passed this way," he says out loud, as
he sees the underbrush springing back into
place, erasing the hog's artless path
into oblivion


[prose poem on a dream of 2-10-17. I could go on about the influences producing -- and the many associations to -- this motorcycle dream image. Bottom line: it's my aged, arthritic body, and taking it a notch further, my equally aged and hurting spirit. I've also recently been wondering about what of worth will be left behind when I die, if anything. Photomorph "Internal Combustion" (5-24-15 013v6a) 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, February 10, 2017

FLYING LOW TO THE GROUND (photomorph) & OFF THE WALL WISDOM (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


OFF THE WALL WISDOM

scenario one:

one owl egg has hatched, hanging on
the dark wood wall, the baby's already huge
and fluffy; I ask if the other two eggs (or is it
three) also attached successfully to the paneling
and hatched there; even as I ask I see that
they have begun opening their small beaks
to be fed; time swallows this sight with the sad
news that they've died; I quickly query: all
of them, even the big one?


scenario two:

all three (or is it four) owl hatchlings
and the "houses" they hatched and live in
hanging on the wood wall, are put up for sale
as it's been estimated they'll pull in a pretty
penny (and even more); I know "income
is useful" (as a dear friend says when she
sells her art) but am particularly disturbed
at the idea of selling the big baby owl;
before I can put a finger on what about
this sale so deeply disturbs me, it's a fait
accompli and they're gone


scenario three:

what happens to wisdom that hatches
on the wall and is left there to hang,
is it hanging there still: waiting to be
taken down and released into flight
to live out its natural life, the reverb
from its turnings, its rises and falls,
the anchoring bass line in a lush
symphony played by the wild wind


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-9-17. Owl symbolism is rich and complicated. I've had owls in my dreams over the years and am always left wondering what it "really" means beyond wisdom. Here's a link to some owl lore: Owl Spirit Animal. I think the most impactful thought on owl symbolism I just now read on line was that if Owl has shown up in one's life, especially in a dream, truth is an issue. That, and the emphasis on transition, of course. Photomorph "Flying Low to the Ground" (5-24-15 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.

Thursday, February 09, 2017

OCEAN REFLECTIONS (photomorph) & MORNING WALK AFTER A NIGHT OF RAIN (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


MORNING WALK AFTER A NIGHT OF RAIN

off for my usual walk, feeling
unusually and acutely lonely:
could loneliness be a fraudulent
understanding we perpetrate
on ourselves to excuse a huge
intimidating world?

* * * *

a puddle overflows the old
curb cutaway: the wet trail
of my walker wheels
on the sidewalk after I cross it:
will what I leave behind in this life
fade away as quickly?

* * * *

everywhere, rain drops!
I refuse to reduce this glistening
world to an echo of my constant
sorrowing tears

* * * *

thank heavens for the open
doors of our senses: the caw-
caw-cawing of crows swooping
above as I watch one search
beneath an old willow, its black
all the more intense against
the damp green grass, I'm certain
whatever it finds will be a gem
of the moment

* * * *

stay with me, ocean, remind me
when all seems gone or useless
that yours is the way home
if not home itself, far better
to be on the way than stuck waiting
for Godot, endlessly chewing over
what was and might have been
or imagining the worst of futures;
remind me, ocean, of your way,
of your salty wake up scent,
of your way with stones and shells
and broken glass and how you
make art of them all, of your
endless alterations, and most of all
of your echoes in the pumping
of my heart's chambers


[non-dream free verse poem written 2-8-17. I actually have 21 sections like the five above; these five were the ones that speak to me today and seem to fit together. I can imagine the others may very well show up in future poems. BTW, they were all written on my long walk to the ocean yesterday. Or rather the notes were taken for each image as I experienced it, which meant lots more stopping than usual to scribble in my little note pad. A fun adventure, even as I sorrowed and thought and maundered my way to the beach overlook park. Photomorph "Ocean Reflections" (5-24-15 056v6n) 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, February 08, 2017

SWIRL STICK (photo) & IT'LL DO (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


IT'LL DO

many long spoon tip swirls
parallel each other in the last
of the peanut butter
at the bottom of the jar:
no Zen garden, but it'll do
for starters on this foggy,
foggy morning


[non-dream free verse poem written 2-8-17. Photo "Swirl Stick" (5-24-15 034v2) 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, February 07, 2017

REBUILT HEART (photomorph) & AN ISSUE OF DIRECTION (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


AN ISSUE OF DIRECTION

"What else could love be, if not what bursts at the seams."
(a "poetess" quoted in a poem by Bhikkhu Abhinando)


yes, love may burst the seams
of the artfully stitched together life,
an explosion of joy leaving
no cover or enclosure to limit
this most intimate of connections,
and like the sun's light and heat,
nourish all surrounding life

but love can also implode, collapsing
inward after a great blow, ripping
apart the seams of the patched together
life, exacerbating the loneliness of "I"
as it shrinks even further away
from rejection or loss
and compacts into a black hole
whose massive gravity pulls
on everyone and everything
to make it whole again


[non-dream free verse poem written 2-6-17. Photomorph "Rebuilt Heart" (5-24-15 056v6b) 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, February 06, 2017

WHAT THE SHADOWS KNOW (photomorph) & YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE & EAT IT, TOO (dream narrative) by Roswila


YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT, TOO

he could not care less about her upset,
not getting that she has to find one
of those private little down ramp exits
from the supermarket she's used before:
I know they're here, she says irritably, I've
pushed my full food cart with ease down
and out ahead of me on one many times,
and I'm really anxious to get out of here,
to leave all this glaring temptation behind

she wanders the aisles alone, checking
the shadowy bottom shelves where the exits
usually wait, but there's not one anywhere
in sight; of course she could always just walk
out the way everyone else does, down a wide,
well lit aisle, but as always denial's got
her good: I will not go out that sunny
front door, she mumbles, I do things my
own way, not to mention, that what I buy
to eat's no one's business but my own

the cart seems unusually cumbersome
today, as she continues to search for an escape
from this den of temptation that she can be
comfortable with: maybe it's all
the binge food she's stuffed it with
that's making it so hard to steer


[narrative on a dream of 2-5-17. Photomorph "What the Shadows Know" (5-27-15 017v6) 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.