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Thursday, July 03, 2014

THE BIG HITCH (photo art) & WHEN THE SILENCE CHANGED (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


she'd somehow known this was to be
the summer when everything would change
that she and her family would return
from their yearly escape to the ocean
as tanned and ready for fall as always
and even acting pretty much the same
but that there would be this deep sea change

she'd even asked her mother if she'd sensed
what was coming, "You know, Mama,
like in that movie 'A Pleasure So Silent,
An Ivory So Painful' ..." but her mother
brushed off the question only letting slip
her surprise that her daughter even knew
about that old, French Art House film

yes, she'd always known a lot no one
cared to hear about much less
take seriously and had even grown
to enjoy holding her tongue back
like a headstrong puppy
but this time her question
had broken through,
an overpowering ocean surge

it was in the slowly ebbing aftermath
as her mother ambled away
shaking her head to the rhythm
of a feeling she would not share
that her daughter had felt that awful twist
in her gut, as if there'd been a shift
in time and space, a rent
by something so cutting
so dense there'd be no mending,
nor even any camouflaging

and that its scar would run through
their small family, knotting them together
with a sharp thread of silvery silence

[free verse poem on a dream of 7-2-14. That film name is verbatim from the dream. I'll keep my silence about anything else. There are no words for some it, and too many for the rest. Photo art "The Big Hitch" (6-2-14 004v5) 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, as the above is), 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 connections & other blogs: Charter Member of the United Haiku and Tanka Society (UHTS); ROSWILA'S TAROT GALLERY & JOURNAL; ROSWILA'S TAIGA TAROT; and TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.


At 11:00 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

yes, she'd always known a lot no one
cared to hear about much less
take seriously and had even grown
to enjoy holding her tongue back
like a headstrong puppy....

"Sit up straight! Don't say that!
Pretty girls don't wear wrinkled hats!"
Well she bounced that bonnet
Right in the trash
Prance danced away
The girl never looked back.

-- amanda

At 11:08 AM , Blogger Roswila said...

Thanks so much for your supportive comment on a section of this lengthy dream poem. Decades back I was really into turning all the mythology in which the females of our species are silenced, one way or another. For instance, I wrote "Medusa Revisited" (posted here way back when) turning that one on its ear (so to speak :-D).

Unfortunately, this dream/poem is addressing the sort of silence foisted on all of us in abusive or sometimes traumatic family situations. No matter our sexes or ages. The dream did not make that explicit but I was hoping the intensity of emotion and the familial entanglement would get that across in the poem.

At 1:17 PM , Anonymous Amanda said...

Hi Roswila,
Your dream/poem definitely made that clear. The silence your poem spoke of was all too familiar - and painful - evoking the "killing me softly" sort of vibe for me. Oh, what we will do for validation! Woe, how we let ourselves be constricted and controlled. I was reading just this weekend how conditioning that is delivered "with love" is all the more powerful to break free from, I think the example used was by lovingly reinforcing the socially praised behaviors, we leave no room for the behaviors of liberation to flourish.

Definitely powerful poem and dream - I felt it deeply.

I suppose that is why I chose to respond with a second verse where our Heroine takes back her power....she sees the harms hurled at her, she wakes up to the trauma and the truth...and musters all up her courage and her strength to reclaim her sacred voice.

Deep gratitude for this dialogue,

At 3:18 PM , Blogger Roswila said...

Oh my, guess I'm still too accustomed to not really being heard. The irony here? I first came to poetry (as a very troubled teen) in an attempt to say things I could not or was not allowed to. I was initially drawn to use imagery as a way of "disguising" or "sugar coating" those things I knew to be unwelcomed by others. Maybe making them more palatable. However, ultimately they were even less understood. But that was what hooked me on poetry and I've been at it ever since. Another of life's many blessings in disguise.

Thanks for being patient with my life long difficulty with hearing that I've been heard. :-)


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