ROOTED IN MEMORY (photo) & REMEMBERING (mixed format poem) by Roswila

REMEMBERING

where've my dreams flown?
the night kind that've been my support
for it must be centuries
well, more like decades but that's
long enough to miss them terribly

are they as upset as I
with all that's rising through the waking
hours to grab me rudely?
at least they have the choice to flee
whereas I have no choice at all

wakeful I must stand for it all: the memories and
each new, ever more painful insight they bring

like holograms they flip in ways I've not seen before,
upending views of a past I'd thought settled

pretty much settled, that is, but here's the past
proving again it is not dead, not even past*

yet with each embrace of a flipped view an ease lands
lightly askew like the first spreading out of a blanket

under which I will crawl to dream again
and hopefully this time to remember


[two tanka and five two-liners on my recent increasing lack of dream recall, though I'm very aware I've been dreaming. *From the line by the writer William Faulkner: "The past is not dead, it is not even past." Photo "Rooted In Memory" (5-2-16 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 other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.