HEART OF STONE (photo) & IMPRISONED (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

IMPRISONED

we're going to have to sneak someone
into this dark prison who can teach
just the right inmate how to operate on
our incarcerated leader to save his life

then when he's healed, we'll need
to carefully plan, then execute
a jail break for all of us in this motley
crew of offenders who were ripped
away from the light to endure
outrageously long sentences
in stone walled shadow

sometimes, one simply must
take the law into one's own hands
in order to live an authentic life


[free verse dream poem on a dream of 12-11-15. Photomorph "Heart of Stone" (4-3-14 001v4) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

IT GIVES ONE PAUSE (photo) & ALL IN A NIGHT'S WORK

ALL IN A NIGHT'S WORK

phew, that's quite enough!
my transformation then leap
over an obstacle's
a good place to end this chasing...
I stop in my tracks and wake up


[tanka on a dream of 12-10-15. I was vaguely aware as I dreamed this of the many other dreams I'd had previously in the evening. Though not aware of them as dreams, just as having "happened." All of those happenings were in pursuit of some goal or other. I may write about the one I most remember later today when I have the time. Photo "It Gives One Pause" (11-24-15 051v2) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

YOU CAN'T PIN IT DOWN (photomorph) & TIME TRIPPING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

TIME TRIPPING

she rounds on me saying, don't rush me!
we have plenty of time ... no, I say,
it's a couple of hours later than you think
we have to get on the stick and set things
up for the next surge of visitors,
they'll all want to party, and hearty
but then I think, I can see how she made
the error, that clock on the wall is not our
usual old fashioned time piece, it's shaped
like a triangle, then hung askew, to boot
so it's fortunate that I tend to rely
more on an inner sense of the passing
hours than on any outer measure
of time's insistent ticking
even while some deeper self exists
entirely independent of the caravan
of time, watching the varied rates
at which it proceeds: leisurely,
swiftly, or at a lumbering crawl, or
sometimes in stuttering fits and starts,
but always flirting and then moving on
before the self caught up in counting
minutes can ever fully grasp
and put it to good use


[free verse poem on a dream of 12-9-15. Photomorph: "You Can't Pin It Down" (11-24-15 053zsumo) by Roswila; the result of my first use of a new editing program I've added to my resources: Sumo Paint. It's going to be great fun to produce images from scratch with it, i.e. without an underlying photo. If I can find the time ... LOL]

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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

STIRRING THE DUST (photomorph) & DISAPPOINTING DUST (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

DISAPPOINTING DUST

too many mornings
the dreams escape, flapping off
the reel of waking consciousness,
where once each had played back
like an ancient home movie

if clearly imperfect and shot through
with spots burning blankly,
each was still a credible story
(more or less), an event
to be rolled around on the tongue
of memory and creatively expressed
(as the Irish say: don't let the truth
get in the way of a good story)

but now too often,
like Tibetan sand mandalas,
the dreams blow away on the first hint
from the wind of waking

each grain of wind-tossed dream
falling rapidly through
the waking mind's orderly net,
their minute pieces of possibility
disappearing into the well
of non-being, only a vaguely gritty
residue left to worry at the mind's eye:

what if the dreams flee some night,
never to return again,
not even to tip toe by, trailing
a disappointing dust


[free verse poem about a notable decrease in dream recall, drafted 12-17-15. This is the poem I mentioned in my comments yesterday. The one that (to a large degree) precipitated yesterday's prose poem. Both poems were drafted the same night, this one when I woke about 1:30 and yesterday's in the further wee hours when I woke again. As to my concern about decreasing dream recall, some of last night's dreams are with me and I may write on them later today. So far, so good. Of course, it will be anxiety provoking when the full moon is almost here this month (it's full on Christmas). As that's a time when my dream recall frequently decreases a bit. I should note that this concern and anxiety is not only about dream recall. It's about fear of loss and change of all kinds. Photomorph "Stirring the Dust" (11-27-15 007v7) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

THE FOREST NEXT DOOR (photo) & THE CENTER IN THE WOODS (dream prose poem) by Roswila

THE CENTER IN THE WOODS

as the last of us begin to leave
the holistic center's campus in the woods
at season's end, a young man says to no one
in particular "How long do you think
the center will be here?" a tone of knowing
sadness pervading his inquiry

a young woman walks around
the wooden porch, trailing one hand
along the railing tops, reminiscing
out loud, and grieving the loss
that's not here yet

I say, equally sadly, that I'll be surprised
if the center makes it to next year, but maybe,
just maybe, it'll make it through
to offer one more season

another youngish man agrees with me,
as he and I amble slowly away
from the main building into the rapidly
darkening night ... what's the answer, he says,
and do you think there even is one?

to which I reply, maybe we need
to answer as if it's an entirely
different question

he nods, adding that that seems to be
where our last class facilitator
was trying to point our thoughts

as he walks on ahead of me into
the dark, I think to myself,
maybe the answer to any question
is to meld with the gravelly motion
of the path beneath one's feet
and to take sustenance from what
the slivers of moonlight have wrought
from the forest's shapes and shadows


[prose poem on a dream of 12-7-15. Oy! Here I go again, trying to decide what to call this dream piece. Until that last "stanza" I'd been thinking of it as a narrative. Yet that ending is poetic. However, more importantly, the source dream came when I fell back to sleep after drafting a poem in the middle of night on my feelings about having less dream recall than is my usual wont. It seems to be a poetic re-working and expansion of, as well as an answer to, what I was addressing in that earlier poem. So drafting this piece was like writing a poem that's about a dream about a poem about having no dreams (smile). BTW, I'll probably post that earlier piece here tomorrow. Also, after I went back to sleep again once I'd drafted the above piece, I had more dreams. But I've chosen not to write about them. Two lengthy poems are enough for one night's work, I'd say. And my worry about low dream recall, well, not gone but certainly much eased. Photo "The Forest Next Door" (11-27-15 007v4) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

HER OFFERINGS (photo) & TALKING TRASH (dream narrative) by Roswila

TALKING TRASH

maybe, she thinks, if she angles
more toward the light
and smiles as if to herself
it will show her decent face
and sincere intent to good effect
in this crowded noisy space

ah! was that man's appreciative comment
as she passed by about the slope of her butt
or maybe even her confident demeanor?

the garbage she's carting starts to weigh heavy
and just as she wonders where
she should leave her trash for pick up
in this cavernous room,
a young man starts to lecture her

albeit a friendly lecture, meant to inform
(and also impress with the breadth
of his knowledge) about where the recycle
bins are and when they're open for filling
(down the street, and in a few minutes,
respectively), and about the history
and necessity of recycling

'twas it ever thus, she thinks,
she yearns to be noticed for what's attractive
about her, and all he focuses on is trash


[narrative on a dream of 12-5-15. I'm the one who tends to focus on her own "trash." I'm also the one who needs to stop being so impressed with my "ability" to identify and understand trash, mine or anyone else's. There's a whole lot more to each one of us than garbage. BTW, as with most of my dreams there are a couple of additional levels to it, as well. Photo "Her Offerings" (11-27-15 013v6) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.

SURROUNDED BY NIGHT (photomorph) & "on a 'for free table'"... (non-dream senryu) by Roswila

on the "for free table"
circled by AA brochures,
a wine catalog


[non-dream senryu written 12-5-15. We have a large common room in the retirement community I live in. We often leave things (especially catalogs, newspapers, and books) we don't want on one of the tables "for the taking." One wonders if the contrast in this display was deliberate. Though I can even more readily imagine one of our residents simply flopping that catalog down in passing with no idea what the brochures were about. Photomorph "Surrounded by Night" (12-3-15 007v5) 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; TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT; and THE MARKER TAROT.