ALL DAILY DREAMKU POSTED IN APRIL 2007

Dreamku posted April 30, 2007 (graphic also by Roswila)

It was a pleasant surprise on reading these over as a group to see how many indicate an awareness of a need for change, for letting go, and even in some a strength and determination. It's been an intense month, to say the least, with not only my internal "mishigoss" going on, but a wonderful (and understandably dithering) roommate preparing to be married, and then moving out. LOL!

My favorite this month is:

black sea trenches
the pirate captain urges
reclaiming one’s own

Yes. That is what I'm about these days. Reclaiming lost or tossed away or stolen aspects of myself from whatever darkness or deep in which they turn and agitate. Whether sweet or sour, nice or naughty, amenable or ferocious, "[g]reat or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul" (as Whitman says at the end of "Crossing Brooklyn Ferry").

ALL DAILY DREAMKU POSTED IN APRIL 2007


April 1, 2007

THE ODD COUPLE
(three from a dream of 3/31/07)

expectations
the two ghosts move in again
rent-free

these old haunts
should pay toward their upkeep
fair is fair!

acceptance or this
draining demand for justice
the razor’s edge



April 2, 2007

two large digs
he asks which mound held
this ancient artifact



April 3, 2007

LIFE LESSON
(from dreams in March & early April 2007)

lesson one
her troubled son
is now in my lap

lesson two
his friend's illness
swamps me

lesson three
we don't have to follow
along in these lines

lesson four
she wears sparkly hose
on her huge legs

lesson five
my friend casually drinks
diamond dust

lesson six
they collage the inside
of a glass vase

lesson seven
dying, living
it's all art



April 4, 2007

dozens of billboards
the dark sadness
of clowns



April 5, 2007

the henchwoman
stares her target down
killer eyes



April 6, 2007

black sea trenches
the pirate captain urges
reclaiming one’s own



April 7, 2007

on the other show
she’s in a love triangle
cuckolded actress



April 8, 2007

all gussied up
Billy Holiday sings
right next to me



April 9, 2007

The Empress cradles
Death in Her wide lap
crossroads

[Both The Empress and Death are Tarot cards]



April 10, 2007

futile attacks
they throw lit matches at me
from the terrace



April 11, 2007

she sees beneath
the ceramic surface
living clay



April 12, 2007

she shares her dream
two dark images shimmer
with promise



April 13, 2007

future plans
she offers to show me
her new eye



April 14, 2007

crossing over
the long metal pole
just misses her eye



April 15, 2007

dead or stolen
tiny dots reseed
the aquarium



April 16, 2007

old friends traipse
heavily through the dream
last ditch effort



April 17, 2007

huge dark worms
crawl in through the windows
no way out

[I was reminded of this childhood nightmare and the dreamku I wrote about it some time ago, when I first heard of the Virginia Tech shootings yesterday. My prayers are with all those hurt by this horrible tragedy.]



April 18, 2007

the provenance claims
the rifle’s wood is ancient
cheap shots



April 19, 2007

I follow tiny
volkswagens down the hillside
border check



April 20, 2007

you can’t multiply
6 X R for the road
valueless


April 21, 2007

coloring
the butterfly bracelet
iron spine



April 22, 2007

high spirits
I push the handicapped man
on his scooter



April 23, 2007

step-children
she buys bright flowers
for our room



April 24, 2007

exposed....her green-skinned wicked witch



April 25, 2007

her father walks her
to her new home
lost key



April 26, 2007

my forefingers stuck
in the woven puzzle tube
out is not the way



April 27, 2007

enraging
they let me believe
that he was dead



April 28, 2007

scales resolve
back into flesh
weremander



April 29, 2007

baby owls
hatch behind the couch
what to feed them



April 30, 2007

[see top of post]


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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 blogs ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL and ROSWILA’S TAIGA TAROT.

DREAMKU: Response to One Deep Breath Prompt of 4/30/07

the whirling seal

from beneath the frozen sea

joy or insanity

The above is what I am now terming a "dreamku." I.e., a haiku-inspired form about night dreams. This is a very old dream that I wrote a lengthy poem about years ago and just recently tried revising, to no good result. When I saw today's One Deep Breath prompt to create something on a "sea" theme I immedately saw the seal in the sea of this old dream.

You can visit One Deep Breath to read the entire prompt, and to enjoy the variety of others' responses.

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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 blogs ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL and ROSWILA’S TAIGA TAROT.

ANOTHER WAY TO DEAL WITH DREAMS (Dream-Based Poem)

[The Fool card in The World Tree Tarot]


ANOTHER WAY TO DEAL WITH DREAMS
(or “An Odd Sort of Blessing On the Joyous Occasion
of Stephanie & Jay’s Wedding of 4/28/07")


I

the night before her wedding I dream

of hoping to catch that man’s attention as I fall slowly
down a cliff side toward shallow water

of landing in the flooded kitchen where two
small ovens stand side-by-side

of instructions for use bleeding across drowned pages

of the man from the cliff stepping out of his book,
a shadow from another century

of saying it’s a well-written story, especially for a romance

of the slick, pale green triptych we fold and open,
fold and open, but cannot read

of the author who demands my copy of his book

of every one of my painstaking notes falling out
to dissolve like salt in water

of the island woman reading her poems about death
and abuse, loss and sadness

of her rage briefly reflecting like the bright eyes
of a jaguar in the night

of the retired policeman’s poetry, cryptic and dark, one
word or fragment stacked above the other

of struggling to feel a way through his braided poems
as if they were brailled


II

I wake, my lips dry from kissing up to these ancient icons

Basta! I say out loud and Basta! again then burst out
in a spontaneous sing-song blessing, both reminder
and celebration of my friend’s wedding

Today, I will seek no reassurance, nor petition
for answers, but let the past toddle away
like last night’s dreams, naked and laughing,
a small child refusing to get dressed for the day

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Resource: Eternal Guild/Dream Art, and yet another way of dealing with our night dreams: some intriguing, brightly colored, dream-inspired paintings.

‘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 blogs ROSWILA’S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL and ROSWILA’S TAIGA TAROT.