Roswila's Dream & Poetry Realm

Dreamku/Tanka/Monoku with Digital Photos/Art; Other Poetry; more...

~ * "Wisdom begins in wonder." Socrates ~ *

SEE ALSO: ROSWILA'S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL (with The Found Tarot) and ROSWILA'S TAIGA TAROT (deck-in-progress) and TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT (Roswila's photos, from realism to abstract)

Monday, October 30, 2006

HAIGA (Based on One Deep Breath's Prompt: Unseen)



I'll leave any background on the haiku unseen. :-) Click here to visit One Deep Breath and see some of the other "unseen" entries.

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

WITCH OF THE WILLOWS (A Poem)



Have a Blessed Samhain (and Happy Halloween)!



WITCH OF THE WILLOWS

From the heart of meditation’s flame
I transport to a treasured time,
a childhood place
where ancient powers gather
like underground water
welling to pools on the leaf strewn surface.

And the willows, how they writhe in the winds
that bring the fall rain.
The sweet hair of branches serving as reins
as I ride a storm willow,
and the pools draw nigh to silver lakes.

How the quiet delight of awakening power
climbs up my spine like wax up a wick
then bursts into flight, an impossible flame
on the whipping wet wind.

I give warning to all of my impending arrival,
bare back and bathed in the aura of fire,
dripping with silver:

I, young sister of Hecate, and Witch of the Willows,
will someday change the world!

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I wrote this poem in 1979, and it is entirely from a meditation/fantasy about a childhood memory that I had at my altar. It was great fun to read at poetry readings due to the almost galloping rhythm of the words. Musicality has always had a tendency to take over my poetry. And there have been poems in which I've had to consciously break up the rhythms as they can become obscuring or numbing for the reader, no matter how much they feel native to a piece for me.

Resource: Samhain, the ancient roots of Halloween, in Wikipedia.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

WISH BONES (A Poem)



This old poem of mine won an award in a recent poetry contest run by 50+LifeStyles, a newspaper for those of us over 50, covering Long Island, New York, USA. It also appears on Poetry Soul to Soul.


Wish Bones

When I have mined my memory for its last poem
will my past collapse in on itself
like an old mine shaft and gratefully
give up its ghosts

or will the sum of ancient years
lie shining in the sun of consciousness
like a bird's bones picked clean by scavengers

and might I firmly grasp the breastbone
that once sheltered a wounded heart,
then, pulling on that arched rib
finally make the break?

And, what then?
Will my wish come true
once my past is dust?


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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Monday, October 23, 2006

BREAK/FAST (A Dream-Based Poem)

[Awakening (Judgment) card in The Gaian Tarot by Joanna Powell Colbert]


BREAK/FAST

We stand outside in the gloom
watching as birdseed cascades
from the broken window feeder
"But we have to fix it," I say,
"Or we'll have flocks
of wild birds gathering"
"Exactly," he says, an elfin grin
on his golden face
I spin around to look toward the east,
my hungry spirit
lofting with the sun


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I'm not sure when I wrote this poem, but it has to be close to 20 years old. I know I was living in my current home because at the time of the dream I had been considering setting up a bird feeder on the terrace. Hm. I just remembered that a roommate who moved in some time after the dream did start feeding the birds from our terrace. :-)

Resource: World Dream Bank: Poetry.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

A THIRD ATTEMPT AT HAIGA

This appears on One Deep Breath, in the Yugen (Mystery) Haiga Prompt of the week of October 23, 2006.

I made the below drawing almost 30 years ago on a hike in the New England woods. I just wrote the accompanying haiku today when I finally set up my scanner and realized I could be using some of my drawings here for haiga. The quality of the scans I post here will hopefully improve as I learn to use the scanner. I.e., the below is a little fuzzy compared to the original.

I can still remember the moment when I saw those patterns on the two tree trunks right next to each other. They were compelling. I used to have that sort of response to things I'd see, which is what would "drive" me to make sketches, to try to get it down. Pretty much the same sort of urge hits when I feel a poem coming on. In both cases -- drawing or writing -- my challenge is always to keep it simple and direct. Which is largely why I like trying to write haiku, and now trying to work with haiga. Less "room" to fuss. Though I do note that the details on the bark in the above drawing gave me plenty of opportunity to fuss. :-)

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Resource: Haiga at RaysWeb.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

MEDUSA REVISITED (A Poem)

[Light Medusa by Vera C. Wareham, Through My Window.]

Here's a 30 year-old poem of mine about Medusa, the Goddess -- yes, she was an earth goddess in older versions of her myth -- with snakes for hair whom the very sight of turns men to stone. I have had a fondness for Medusa from early childhood, in spite of her horrific aspect. Then one day I met the most incredible tree, branches writhing in the wind like snakes, and voila, I wrote the below poem in Medusa's voice, talking Perseus out of his intention to kill her.


MEDUSA REVISITED

Oh, you gave me such a start!
But do not be too sure of yourself, young man,
had my sisters' eye been more watchful
you would have died before you ever neared my bedchamber.

But be that as it may,
please pardon this uproar about my head.
Waking to your murderous intent is more horrifying to me
than anything you see reflected in your shield.

Now be honest, even as they hiss and dance,
do not my serpents hint at a treasure worth your knowing?

It is true many have writhed in rage, spewing venom,
through long hair-raising histories.
But there are a thousand dazzling more!

Like these shedding ancient skins
for newer patterns just below.
And these hibernating,
inspiring webs of myth and prophecy.
Or these delving into sunlight and shadow,
challenging dry places with sinuous strength.
Or these creating scintillating scales
with little more than air and bone.

Or this infant over my left ear
inquiring after its own tail.

Then there are those times, awesome even to me,
as now, when all are finally still,
hushed like an ancient sargasso sea
cradling brilliant sunrise on its breast.

Come, sit beside me.
What news is there abroad?
You can leave your sword and shield by the door,
you will not need them.

Though there is much to fear and revere in me,
only your refusal to accept this diversity I offer
can turn you to stone.


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I used to really like reading this poem at readings, but was vaguely puzzled when if it got much response at all it was to find it amusing. Of course, I did intend for the opening to be worth a chuckle but not the piece as a whole. It was a rare and happy moment for me when someone got my point. Ah, well, I share it now here for what it may have to offer and still deeply believe that only denial can truly petrify us.

Resource: Mytholog, "Literature of Mythic Proportions."

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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")****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

A COLLECTIVE DREAM WORKING

[The Ace of Cups from the Rider/Waite/Smith Tarot]

Below is an excerpt from a lengthy letter I wrote to the editor of Dream Network, that was published about ten years ago in their paper format journal.

In this excerpt I refer to a Group Dream. However, I now would call it a collective dream working. But no matter what it is called, the process was inspiring. For all the shyness in the room, there was a lightness as one after another participant would speak up and offer their gifts to the writing.

[Excerpt]

“... I’d like to share a Group Dream developed in an exercise I led recently in a workshop on Using Tarot and Poetry to Explore Your Dreams. I defined the categories such as main character, environment, challenge, etc., and the group chose – from the dreams, Tarot cards and poems share in the workshop – which images were for which category. Then one member strung them all together in a scenario, which we fine-tuned. I feel this group dream thoroughly reflects the group’s hesitations and, more importantly, bravery. I was particularly struck by the sea image being both that which overwhelms and that which offers help (not uncommon in my own life experience). This group dream could as readily be called a myth, since mythology has been said to be the dreaming of the collective.

GROUP DREAM
by BettyJane, Daughn, Geoff, Laurie, Mac, Marty, Patricia and Speranza
September 21, 1996.

The smiling boy stands at the edge of the White Cliffs of Dover. He looks out, enjoying the sight of the turbulent sea. Suddenly, the first in a series of tidal waves crashes into the cliffs, reaching even as high as he. Threatening with each overwhelming surge to sweep him into oblivion. Huge hands reach out of one tidal surge, gently cupping him. He starts to grow wings, to become a bird! “If only I COULD become a bird,” he thinks. Then he could fly safely off this cliff that is being overwhelmed by wave after wave from the sea. But he knows he cannot shape-shift; he has no such fabulous talent. As soon as he thinks this, his budding wings disappear. He also knows his increasingly precarious footing at the cliff’s edge will not survive another assault from the sea. That being true, why NOT believe he can become a bird? He releases his doubt into the fountain of shimmering purple, that rises now like a blessing from the turbulence below and takes sweet flight, out over the ocean, into the wide, magical world.”


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Resource: DreamGate, dream and dreaming resources on the net.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Friday, October 13, 2006

EXPLORATION OF TAROT IMAGES IN A DREAM

[Two of Swords from The Thoth Tarot]


I’ve posted here about using the Tarot to explore night dreams. In this post I will talk about an experience I had many years ago of Tarot card images within a dream. All the Tarot numbers, names and meanings that the dream attributes to the cards are those actually assigned to The Tarot cards mentioned.


THE DREAM

I see a black and white line drawing Tarot Major, quite oversized. It is a female figure. She is facing me, seated on a throne, wearing a crown. I am sure she is III, The Empress. I very briefly note that her crown is shaped like the roman numeral two: II.

I note with great interest the many groups of three objects on the card. Three clouds, three flowers, and so on. I become excited as I note 4, then 5, and then 6 triplicities. It becomes important to find 9 triplicities in all. I briefly assume that this is because it will mean "wisdom," i.e. IX, The Hermit card. I am delighted when I count my ninth triplicity.

Then I look at the bottom of the card and am shocked to see "II, The High Priestess." I remember the roman numeral two I had taken brief note of in Her crown. But how can She be II with all these threes? Then I am aware of a dynamic relationship between the Seven of Swords and this II/III. I realize that what the figure on the Rider/ Waite/ Smith deck Seven of Swords is carrying away are two (II) plus three (III), equaling five swords, leaving the Two of Swords. [On the actual card a figure is tip-toeing away with five swords, leaving two behind in a tent.] Which means that when the confusion of II and III is taken away I am left with a "balance of mind and emotion" – a traditional meaning for the Two of Swords, and "Peace" – the name of the Two of Swords in The Thoth deck.


INTERPRETATION OF DREAM/CARDS IMMEDIATELY AS I WAS WAKING UP

I promptly think of the III/Empress as "imagination" – Creative Imagination is attributed to III, and II/High Priestess as "memory" – a traditional meaning for II/High Priestess. So there is much fear that imagination and memory have been conflated or confused with each other. It is this fear and confusion causing the many negative thoughts I have about myself – Seven of Swords, for which one meaning is enervating negativity. When I clear up these fears and confusion, I will find peace and balance – at least for a time. :-)


CONCLUSION

It would take a book to fully explain the issues toward which this dream directed my attention. It will have to suffice here that at the time of this dream, I was in psychotherapy for abuse in childhood. I had just realized that the therapist was manipulating my memories within light trance work – i.e., guided visualizations used for "memory recovery." (Or what became known at the time in the psychotherapy community as inculcating "false memories.") What these Tarot images did at that time by showing up in a dream was to clearly identify an important area of inquiry for me. I needed to be concerned with the relationship between imagination and memory.

These Tarot dream images also pointed to a much yearned for outcome: the last image in the dream was a feeling of gentle, pale blue peace – the color of the central flower on The Thoth deck's Two of Swords (graphic at top of post).


P.S. OF OCTOBER 2006

This dream work has proven to be more accurate than I thought at the time. I hasten to admit that though the feeling of peace at the end of the dream still alludes me for the most part, having untangled imagination and memory made a huge difference in my life.

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Resource: Dreams As Exceptional Human Experience, by Montague Ullman, M.D.; IMHO, Dr. Ullman is one of the bright lights of the dream field.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Monday, October 09, 2006

REVIEW OF PAGAN EVERY DAY, by Barbara Ardinger

"Finding the Extraordinary in Our Ordinary Lives"
by Barbara Ardinger
Red Wheel/Weiser, LLC
www.redwheelweiser.com
ISBN-10: 1-57863-332-X


When I sat down today, October 9, to write this review I thought I'd check again to see what Ardinger says about it. Here's only a portion of what she says:

"Rome honored Felicitas, the goddess of good fortune, on October 9. What good fortune have you recently had? What has happened in your life that is felicitous? Make a point to honor Felicitas by celebrating every little good thing you can think of ...."

Well, this book is certainly a not-so-little good thing I celebrate, as I knew it had to be. I've read most of Ardinger's books to date and been edified and entertained by them all. I find Ardinger's books refreshing, too, as they are written with economy and clarity. No fuss, no bother, just the juice.

The above quote is a good example of the kind of information and suggestions you will find in "Pagan Every Day" -- i.e., a book with ideas for a Pagan observance for every day of the year. Some days have ideas for thought or ritual, others tell the stories of ancient and new Deities, some days have both. Ardinger's rituals and Deity stories are a delightful mix of the traditional, and the newly minted -- such as an occasional rib-tickler like Elvis, that on reflection makes archetypal sense. She occasionally asks deep questions in clear, simple ways that we can then readily ponder. Ardinger also offers many suggestions for both inner personal work and that which can connect us to others, our local communities and the world.

The upshot of all this is I was left feeling at the end of the book as if I'd just taken a ride on an extremely intelligent and well-read living spiral, with a cool sense of humor! (BTW, the book has a wonderful list of reading resources and related web sites at the end.)

I looked through the book for other quotes to use in this review but my list quickly got out of hand. There is such a variety of gems to choose from. So I'll just end my review with what a friend and fellow writer said about Ardinger's book:

"....an exciting pagan panorama. A lot of juicy tidbits, succinctly revealed. I'm having such a good time tonight." [email correspondence, Mary Joneve McCormick]

Yes, have a good time, nay, a great time with this book and then see how you can use some of its many treasures in your daily life.

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

Monday, October 02, 2006

ALL DAILY DREAMKU POSTED IN SEPTEMBER 2006

The Boy of Jars (Page of Cups) in The Tarot, by Neely Stewart, at Sandraven Gallery


ALL DAILY DREAM HAIKU POSTED IN SEPTEMBER 2006

September 1, 2006

fresh from her grave
she dances in a new style
we all dance along



September 2, 2006

she throws out
the old tunic
favorite cover-up



September 3, 2006

her new cover-up
only the surface
is hidden



September 4, 2006

as afraid of seeing
as of being seen
naked in the dark



September 5, 2006

palm-sized snowflakes
alight
awed mother and child



September 6, 2006

looking for cover
she feels molested
by his stare



September 7, 2006

menage a trois
he gives his two women
black lace veils



September 8, 2006

ahead of its time –
the baby’s yoga pose
wobbles



September 9, 2006

summer’s end
the storyteller takes
a stab to his heart



September 10, 2006

all the bulbs
burn out at once
she stumbles along



September 11, 2006

a path of rubble
the familiar man
teaches us a hymn



September 12, 2006

my deceased mother
steps from the freezer
sorrow wakes me

[Dreamed very shortly after my mother’s death when I was ten years old.]



September 13, 2006

she graciously
retrieves what was dropped
playing a part



September 14, 2006

renaissance fair
she spins mounds of thread
incognito



September 15, 2006

she belly dances
and tosses poems off
a man at dockside



September 16, 2006

it nearly escapes
(do other women have mice?)
she seals it in



September 17, 2006

his heart reconstructs
his dead lover
twin coffins



September 18, 2006

I edit out
his eyes and mouth
evil still shines



September 19, 2006

dark wood passage
the boy takes me by the nose
and leads



September 20, 2006

awesome
the giant penguin fossil
in the cliff face



September 21, 2006

her small hand swims
in the intricate gold glove
waking to sadness



September 22, 2006

she beams her will
to mend the broken mirror
dream magic



September 23, 2006

I write out a list
of reasons why she can’t stay
deceased friend



September 24, 2006

she’s handicapped
they weave her into their
bright tapestry



September 25, 2006

the blue tattoos
on their young faces:
clarity and truth



September 26, 2006

the point of it all:
The Fool at the top
of the paintree

[This can clearly be seen as the Tree of Life in the Qabala, as The Fool’s path connects to the top of the tree.)



September 27, 2006

tiny elves shelter
in the hollowed out birch tree
massive storm



September 28, 2006

cold breeze
she laughs at his ineptness
and broken English



September 29, 2006

the dog alerts them
one by one scruffy elves leave
the hollow log



September 30, 2006

twin toddler boys
one is cowed, one rebels,
a ghostly third


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Resource: Haiku Resource Page, I don't necessarily agree with everything here, but it is a great place to start exploring the haiku universe.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.

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Sunday, October 01, 2006

THREE ON A WALK (Three Fall Haiku)

["Simple Pleasures" by Jonathan Cummings, webshots.com]



Today (the day I drafted this, September 30) was a perfect fall day here in New York City. I had to keep stopping to take notes on the below haiku as I went about my errands.



THREE ON WALK


next door gift
our garbage can abloom
with morning glories

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fall errand
a dusty Christmas garland
in the laundromat



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autumn stroll
above the traffic
ginkos wave


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I'm still participating in the International Association for the Study of Dreams PsiberDreaming Conference (and having a wonderful time) so my posts will continue to be less frequent until at least October 8th.

Resource: Autumn Haiku.

‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila

[aka: 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”)****My other blog: ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL.