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Saturday, January 02, 2016

ISLAND IN THE SUN (photomorph) & ONE DAY (dream narrative) by Roswila


hoping I'll find the young boy I've lost
I return to a small white wood store
that opens on to the boardwalk
of this little island's only town

before I can enjoy browsing its shelves
of always intriguing arts and crafts
a dark woman approaches
greeting me cheerily: "Oh, you're
here for your eye class!"

why she'd think this I haven't a clue
as I don't recall signing up for vision lessons
and can't find my Palm Pilot to check,
but this effusive, friendly lady
is nice enough and we eventually
leave the store together, only to wind up
getting lost even in a town this small

to top it off, I suddenly realize
I've lost my purse somewhere, but before
I can start to will it back into being
as I've done many times in the past,
my dark new friend prostitutes herself
to an island man for the cash we both need

she does this willingly, with no shame,
no blame, while I, in the meantime,
deal with an arrogant man who,
assuming I'm his sex toy for hire,
complains about my large body size,
I tell him off with no hesitation, surprised
to be so unabashedly assertive

then I'm alone on the sun-bleached boardwalk,
wending my slow way through passels
of day trippers, and note that I still don't have
my purse, so stop to grip my shoulder
and firmly will its strap back
into being there

the strap returns beneath my fingers,
narrower and lighter weight
than it was before, but it'll do

I reach down to the body of the purse
and find it's not long or deep enough
and I apply an additional push
of intense will until the purse's size
and heft at least somewhat
resemble the remembered

I then continue my suddenly recalled
and still futile search for the tiny satellite
store of the big health food chain
I've shopped in here once before

sigh ... it seems to be my day to get lost
and lose things, however, the day's sunny,
and delightfully warm for winter,
and the tourists are unusually laid back

what more pleasant place and time
could there be to go through
all this unwilled loosening of attachments

[narrative on a dream of 12-30-15. Photomorph "Island in the Sun" (12-3-15 007v5j) 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.


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