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, July 30, 2007

DREAMKU: Response to One Deep Breath's Prompt of 7/30/07


with the haiku
notice of acceptance
a tome of edits

The prompt at One Deep Breath this week is about comparing and constrasting. I laughed when I woke up and recalled the dream this dreamku is based on. The suggested edits went on and on, for one tiny haiku! LOL! Talk about a contrast! (If you'd like to know more about this dreamku form that I'm developing, there are links to A DREAMKU PRIMER just below the DAILY DREAMKU at the top of my homepage.)

To enjoy how others "compare or contrast," click on One Deep Breath above. [The book image is a freebie from Littera Scripta.]


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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.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

THREE KINDS OF SEPARATION (Three Scifaiku) by Patricia Kelly




moonlit willow
oh, to be in his
arms, arms, arms


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an embrace of tentacles
oh, for the willows
of Earth


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no one to feel her death the last empath


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Scifaiku are science fiction/ fantasy/ horror/ galactic themed haiku-like poems. The image above is The Three of Swords in The Witches Tarot (by Ellen Cannon Reed, published by Llewellyn) which can have the meaning of "separation."

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Resource: Science Fiction Poetry Assocation.

‘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.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

THE STONE GATHERER (A Poem by Patricia Kelly)




THE STONE GATHERER

On first attempt, I do not drown
but float to the surface, my back bent
above the water.

Now I collect stones, and tell others
they are grave markers.

But my body is the true marker
and its own grave, deserted by all
but the faintest signs of life that twist
upward like stunted flowers
through graveyard dust.

And I continue to collect stones, lining
my seams with pebbles, my pockets with rocks,
my shoes and socks with gravel.
I even swallow small ocean worn stones.

I will not surface
this time.

Patricia Kelly © 2007 (original draft 1990)

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Life's been the pits recently. Could you tell by the above? :-D Too much has been going on all at once, most of it upsetting. Although this is a very old poem, I have made recent revisions, and it does unfortunately fit my mood a bit too well and too often these days. I hasten to add, though, that I am living the life given to me to live, eating well and losing weight, and still planning to move out of this apartment and maybe even this city. Not to mention undertaking various creative projects and keeping up with three blogs. So I'm not as utterly lost as I was in the days I wrote this piece.

[BTW, the photo above is one of those I've had on my computer for years. The web site in the lower right hand corner (www.bird.fl) is defunct.]

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Resource: Ideas for Writing Poetry in the Classroom, for children, but good for anyone who wants to prime their writing pump.

‘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.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

REVIEW OF WILD MERCY (Tarot-Inspired Poems by Elizabeth Cunningham)

Tarot inspired musings
by Elizabeth Cunningham
Creatrix Books
P.O. Box 366
Cottage Grove, WI 53527


To review this wonder-filled book of poetry and musings without dithering endlessly is quite a challenge. Yes, I’ve been a fan of Cunningham’s novels and poetry for many years. Yet each new book still manages not only to please and teach, but to astound me.

Each of this unique collection’s eight parts explores in a variety of poems the essences of The Tarot card that it opens with. In fact, after my first read through I had the feeling I’d just witnessed a beautiful, deeply honest, courageous and caring Tarot reading that the author has done for us all.

However, one does not need to be even vaguely familiar with The Tarot to appreciate these poems. Cunningham (as does The Tarot) explores enduring themes such as relationships, death, and loss, and sets her gems in a love of the natural world of birds and trees, rivers and mud. All this, heightened and deepened by memory and acute, unflinching observations. Time and again, I found myself stopped short by an intake of breath at a bit of difficult wisdom so naturally revealed.

By the time of my second read-through, the book was a-flap with yellow sticky notes next to favorite poems and passages. For example, from “What Kali Tells Me” in the Moon card part:

...
The trick is knowing
what needs to die
and what is coming to birth.

All that clutter chokes
the next breath....

Let go let go let go.


Or here’s all of “Sacrifice” in The Hermit card part:

The gods will accept as sacrifice
whatever we bring to the altar
fears, shames, rages,
things we have hidden or denied.

The gods do not despise these gifts
the gift of what is wounded in us
the courage it takes to lay ourselves bare.


Then there are the celebratory pieces. Such as “Breasts” in The Empress card part:

Mountains are breasts
so are swells on the sea.
We live inside
a round blue breast of sky
milky with cloud.
Everywhere you look the world is round.
Even when the sea is calm
even when there are no hills
you can see the curve.
The moon spills milk
all over everything.
The sun shines brightest
on breasts, always seeking
the heart in the hollow.
Everywhere we lay our heads on earth
that is her breast
that is her breast.


And, following that lead, I will add that anywhere you lay your attention in this book you will find something of value.

I would be quite remiss if I did not also comment on the art work by Janet Black on the cover and for each of the eight Tarot card parts. It is delightful and unique, and pulls together this exceptional and deeply moving collection of Tarot-inspired poems and musings.

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Resource: Passion of Mary Magdalen, novels by Elizabeth Cunningham.

‘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.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

THREE HAIKU: Response to One Deep Breath's Prompt of 7-23-07



THREE HAIKU

sheltered cove
a shakuhachi crying
high above the wind

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prayerfully
a man’s hands cupping
the wild bird

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early morning light
fills the empty glass
rainbow


This week's prompt at One Deep Breath is "Comfort," in support of Jennifer and her family and loved ones on the death of her father on July 18th. May their memories of him be treasures they share.

If you wish to read other's comfort click on One Deep Breath above.

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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.

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Saturday, July 21, 2007

THE BLESSING (Dream-Based Poem by Patricia Kelly)



THE BLESSING
[dreamed and written in May 1996]

My grandmother kisses me
softly at the corner
of my eye as if to bless
my vision

My child's heart leaps:
Daddy's Mommy!

This grandmother
who hugely mothered me
against her powdered
and corseted flesh

kisses me at the corner
of my eye as if to say:

look see how you are loved


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[Image: The Six of Pentacles in The Witches Tarot; this card often has a meaning of generosity]

Resource: Jae Newman's blog post about dream poetry, has good suggestions for how to write a dream-based poem, too.

‘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.

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Monday, July 16, 2007

HAIKU in Reponse to One Deep Breath's Prompt of 7-16-07




I diaper that slow
toilet leak again
slower plumber


This week's prompt at One Deep Breath is "bodies of water." Yeah, I know a leak may not seem like a body of water to a normal person. But when you have badly arthritic knees and nearly couldn't get up off the floor after trying to turn off the water to the toilet (the handle was totally jammed), any leak at all seems like a tsunami! And believe me, it brought back memories of diapering when I'd wrap my old towels and cloths around that thing's smooth rounded foot. LOL!

To enjoy others' takes on this prompt, just click on One Deep Breath above. [The triangle in the image above is the alchemical symbol for water; © Robin Wood 1997, and is Used with Permission]

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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.

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Saturday, July 14, 2007

SHE DREAMS OF BELLY DANCING, by Patricia Kelly & Daughn Lee (Dream inspired poem)

The World card in The Tarot of the Cat People






Neither Daughn nor I have a dated copy of the above. But I knew it was written between 1999 and 2005, as I remember I posted an exploration of the dream the opening stanza is based on to the web site I had at that time. Although I don't have the dream journal for those years anymore, I did save to my computer everything posted to that now defunct web site (Pegasus Dreaming). And in those copies of those old posts is the one about that belly dancing dream with the year 2000 above it.

Probably more interesting would be how we came to write this, but I can't recall that either. All I remember is writing my stanza in an email. Then happily awaiting her reply appended to mine and so on, until we agreed it felt finished. We had plans then -- and if the Deities cooperate will still do this -- to read it together at an open poetry reading.

Both Daughn and I actually feared we'd lost this poem, never to be seen or read again, as neither of us could find our copies when she brought it up some time ago. Then yesterday I was going through my writing files (a never ending job it seems :-D) and, voila, there was one copy, undated, but complete. Yes!

As to why I've posted it as three separate scanned images? Oy, I find setting up tables and boxes in HTML to accomodate special spacing like Daughn's very time-consuming. So I cheated and hope it isn't distracting. I.e., I did it up in large font in WordPerfect, printed it out, and scanned in each of the three pages. I had also thought to blend the three into one long scanned image in Microsoft Paint. But, that, too, would have been time consuming, as I'm not very skilled at that. And, honestly, my temper has been really short these days. I think the heat really got to me. So I didn't want to lose the delight of having found what Daughn and I sadly believed to be our lost poem, beneath editing and computer snafus due to my inexperience and resultant head-banging! :-)

The odd thing is a mutual friend of ours (Eva Yaa Asantewaa) just made a post to The Tarot Channel the day before I found the poem, about a belly dancer who is developing performances based on The Tarot. Then, as Eva pointed out on re-reading this poem, it has a definite aspect to it of The World (sometimes called The Universe) card in The Tarot.

What a delight to have this lost poem come home!

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Resource: Belly Dance America.

‘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.

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Monday, July 09, 2007

DREAMKU in Response to One Deep Breath's Prompt of 7/9/07




stormy night
my father tenderly cares
for the ailing bird



One Deep Breath's prompt this week is about "feathered friends." The above is a dreamku. The collage is one I did on the cover of an all-purpose daily journal I keep, which often references my dreams, too, of course. (Though dreamku themselves I keep in separate notebooks dedicated solely to them.)

The dream this dreamku is based on was a watershed one. It was years after my father's death before I had a neutral-toned, much less positive dream involving him. We'd had a rather conflicted relationship, shall I say, when he was alive. Fortunately, I was given the grace to work through a lot of it inside myself over the years.

To see how others feather their creative nests, visit One Deep Breath (link above). And if you want to read more about dreamku links to A DREAMKU PRIMER are above, right below A DAILY DREAMKU.

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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.

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Friday, July 06, 2007

ONE OF MY HAIKU IN JAPANESE!



dry glory vines
cling to the gate
seed pod harvest


I'm so excited to finally feel OK about posting this. I've had it for years, but had lost the man's name who did the calligraphy. A friend had emailed him my haiku above (below the graphic). He then emailed me his version in Japanese ideograms. I was so thrilled and still am! I finally realized I could email that friend and just today got his full name, KOTARO MAYAGI (from Tokyo, Japan).

I cannot recall if I ever asked him why he says he "changed the subject from the one who harvests," as my last line addresses the harvest of seed pods itself, not the harvester. (Translation problem? Though I suppose "harvest" can be read as either the harvest in process or the results of the harvest. ) However, it does seem to me that the haiku is essentially the same in both versions. And beyond that, it is just a delight to see a moment I wrote about in Japanese ideograms. The haiku form's "mother tongue." :-) And doesn't the Japanese version look like vines climbing?

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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.

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Thursday, July 05, 2007

NO POEMS TODAY, just thoughts....

[A typical beach path on Block Island, Rhode Island]


No poetry today. I’ve been doing a lot of work on my writing files (yes, still working on them, I’ve been writing since I was a teenager and I’m now 63-1/2 ... that means an awful lot of notes, poems and stories, also a lot of garbage...:-D). In my note files I unearthed what I’m sharing below. I’ve come across these thoughts before through the years and always save them thinking that someday I’ll write poems using the images in them. Well, that someday has not come and now that I’m blogging they seem like the right sort of things to share here, just as they are. Unadorned, un-fussed with, as they came out of my pen at the time.

These two notes were written on my first trip to what turned out to be my favorite place on earth, Block Island, Rhode Island, probably in the late 1980's. The first below occurred to me as I was dusting off my feet after a beach hike. I clearly recall stopping the dusting in a spot just like the above photo, digging out pen and notepad from my backpack, and making the note:

...fears, negativities, etc. are like wet sand: they cling only as long as we keep them out of the sun. It is their nature to let go, to fall away, when exposed to the Light.

This next one I wrote sitting on a small beautifully grassy hillside next to a road on that same first trip to Block Island. I’d been having “conversations” with various nature aspects when the grass spoke up:

...."Yes, the water spirits are vain, and the sea and rock spirits harsh and too definite,” opines the waving grass. I ask “And you?” The grass says jokingly “Of course, we are perfect,” then goes on “you like to watch us dance in the sunlight and wind because it is much like the way impulses move along your neural pathways.” The grass continues “You think you initiate action. Not at all. You are like us when the wind blows across and through us – the initial impetus is from somewhere else. We then respond in our unique ways, given our form, our place, our neighbors, our history. But we did not move ourselves. We dance within the power blown to us.” What the grass has taught me today is to know the invisible by how I am moved.

May we all enjoy this dance life moves us to create...and not forget to keep notes! :-)

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Resource: 2003 photo album of Block Island by miztibosworth, some gorgeous shots of scenes I've actually witnessed myself.

‘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.

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Wednesday, July 04, 2007

ON BRIGHTON BEACH BOARDWALK (A Poem by Patricia Kelly)

Brighton Beach Boardwalk, (c) Lesha 2004, nycfoto.com


ON BRIGHTON BEACH BOARDWALK

Decades have passed since I last
traced this shoreline.
Restaurants now bear chic names
and umbrellas over their trendy outdoor
tables, where memory holds out for crowded
bars and Jewish delis opening on the boardwalk,
awash in aromas of beer and knishes.

I am startled to find the old wooden
steps down to the beach buried in the sand,
only the top curve of railing still beckoning,
a beginning that is its own ending.

While the beach itself has narrowed
with the years, even as I have expanded,
both ocean and my shadow claiming
more territory, like the sand packed
beneath the boardwalk burying that dark
cave we teenagers retreated to ....

that underground I entered, grasping
after the brass ring in a life spinning
rapidly out of control, as I drank too much
and necked with one guy or another
in the boardwalk’s shadows ....

With one heavy sigh I accept that the cave
and its shadows have been laid to rest, slowly
and surely, gracefully and not, with the passing
of season after season.

I sit on a bench to rest my aging knees, giving
way gratefully to the immediacy of light
and heat, to this moment of clear
skies and all-embracing seas.

Sometimes it is good
to be faced with good-bye.


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This poem is just short of 11 years old (revised since then, and today before posting), so it is entirely possible that the buried steps and filled-in walk space underneath the boardwalk have long since been cleared. Even so, what the poem addresses for me remains as true as the day I first drafted it. I had participated in a Labor Day poetry reading on the boardwalk by Coney Island -- which is just a walk down the way from Brighton Beach. After the reading, I decided to stroll to Brighton Beach, not having visited it in probably almost 30 years.The photo above is recent, taken looking toward Coney Island. The section of Brighton Beach I reference in the poem is to the viewer's back. Unfortunately, Coney Island, too, is rapidly becoming a memory. But what memories! The rides, the games, the food! I especially cherish my memories of Steeplechase, for instance.

Hope your holiday is a happy, healthy, and safe one.

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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.

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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

HAIKU: Response to One Deep Breath Prompt of 7/3/07



bright summer day
we squint to read our poems
in the dingy bar



This week's prompt at One Deep Breath is to think about light/shadow. The haiku above is based on memories of many a sunny afternoon poetry reading in a shadowy bar in Greenwich Village, New York City (a sort of artsy, "bohemian" area of town). Great fun, but hard on these aging eyes. Especially when the light outside was so bright by comparison. :-) The collage above is one I did on the cover of my first dreamku notebook.

Give One Deep Breath (link above) a visit to see what you can by others' lights and shadows.

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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.

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Sunday, July 01, 2007

ALL DREAMKU POSTED IN JUNE OF 2007

The Six of Pentacles in The Tarot of the Cat People

This month’s dreamku are an even more mixed bunch than usual. But that, in a way, makes sense. My life isn’t very cohesive right now, not with making plans again to move out of my apartment (maybe even out of state), for instance, or with beginning to lose weight (yet again). Not to mention that my three closest friend’s lives are also in various states of upheaval or intense change. Though I must say, overall I’m left with a positive feeling about this month of dreams. The first of my favorite dreamku in this month’s motley crew is:

arresting
she finally spears
the goat in the stream

This dream “outed” how I’d been undermining myself (I’m a Capricorn = goat). The spearing brought the goat to the surface of the stream where I could see it clearly. I learned about this aspect of myself some time ago, but had “gone unconscious” about it until this dream.

The second is this one:

“Stay here,” she urges
“stay until I get back”
sunlit living room

I can’t even clearly say why I like this one. It was no one I know in the dream, nor did I associate the woman to anyone I know on remembering the dream. The dream carried a feeling of sadness and comfort at the same time. One thought I had was that some soul who’s not incarnate now was asking me to stay in this life until she returns....and I don’t know if I even believe in reincarnation (though I’m open to the idea). Psychologically speaking, I had thought some aspect of myself that is either relegated to shadow or unconscious may be letting me know she’s going to resurface. At any rate, I like the feeling I get when I read this dreamku.

And I hope you like any feelings you get from reading the dreamku below. (If you want to learn more about writing dreamku, you might read my three-part A DREAMKU PRIMER: Writing Haiku-Like Poems About Your Night Dreams. Links to each part are just below the DAILY DREAMKU at the top of this blog.)


ALL DAILY DREAMKU POSTED IN JUNE 2007


June 1, 2007

night shift
he poses in costume
after costume



June 2, 2007

THE SIX OF PENTACLES
(from dreams of 5/31/07 and 6/1/07)

we pull and pull the
narrow black strip from my mouth
endless

the handsome intern
offers to help with my throat
cold empty room

I try to find
my colorful furnished room
memory gap

deeply attached
the black strip flaps from my mouth
searching for home

I accept aid from
the intern in his cold space
ambivalent

she asks if they showed
me all the new rooms above
tour de force

the cover picture
for “The Six of Pentacles”
black mansion gates





June 3, 2007

the earned is given
she’s so young to be
the head gymn teacher




June 4, 2007

the long walk
hero and villain portraits
line the lobby walls

[This dream image reminds me of one of the myths of the origin of The Tarot's 22 Major Arcana cards. As I recall it, the images lined both sides of a long hallway in an ancient mysteries temple, down which an initiate would walk, meditating on each image in turn.]



June 5, 2007

abandoned
the cracked ceramic zebra
on the sidewalk



June 6, 2007

waiting to exhale
I relish his embrace
but not all the smoke



June 7, 2007

the cat clambers down
my back and plays with my butt
we all laugh



June 8, 2007

the tables turn
he escapes from
the formal dinner



June 9, 2007

I agree to wear
my red costume uniform
parade day again



June 10, 2007

I sing shyly
it might as well be spring
attentive heart



June 11, 2007

no way back to
the lower level workshop
dead-end stairs



June 12, 2007

rust colored bugs crawl
from the phone recharger base
reinfestment



June 13, 2007

beautiful prize date
he’s afraid she’ll find his pain
too much to bear



June 14, 2007

cleaned and cared for
her lost father after
she steps up



June 15, 2007

worn white shoes sit
in place of the old black ones
dusty corner



June 16, 2007

elegant
overhead iron work
unnervingly old



June 17, 2007

they commit
atrocities at the last
sinking ship



June 18, 2007

BODY OF WORK
(from dream of 6/17/07)

she doesn’t like
how he repairs the building
my nakedness

he fills the office
with showy orange blooms
whisperings



June 19, 2007

of keys and lines
her car that’s a poem, too
passes the test



June 20, 2007

“Stay here,” she urges
“stay until I get back”
sunlit living room



June 21, 2007

I eat my dinner
huddled by the wall
busy lobby



June 22, 2007

strung along
we fill each sink hole
as it caves in



June 23, 2007

arresting
she finally spears
the goat in the stream



June 24, 2007

please don’t vandalize
the black on black collages
take a lot of work



June 25, 2007

her deceased step-mom
lives in the house as it’s repaired
not for sale



June 26, 2007

children’s art
crowds the dark walls
sibling lunch date



June 27, 2007

it’s comforting
to hold my black teddy bear
the cab driver’s smile



June 28, 2007

she falls into water
from the dark machine
tiny heads float



June 29, 2007

CULTURE
(from dreams of 6/27/07)

the cult rears the boy
like an Egyptian prince
outsiders spy

she reads her poems
at his invitation
the cult's non-response


June 30, 2007

dispersed by power
radiating from my palms
demonic twister

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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.

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