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Saturday, November 25, 2017

SEARCHING FOR THE CROWS (photo) & "yesterday, the crows..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


yesterday, the crows
clowned en masse in a fall leafed tree,
today, a man feeds them:
crumbs draw down this raucous flock,
briefly easing my own deep hungers


[non-dream tanka written 11-25-17. Photo "Searching for the Crows" (8-29-17 010v3) 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), 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.

Friday, November 24, 2017

LISTENING FOR THE VOICE OF THE CROW (photomorph) & THANKSGIVING DAY 2017 (non-dream free verse poem [revision]) by Roswila



THANKSGIVING DAY 2017

as I float unmoored around Isla Vista
in the silent emptiness of Thanksgiving Day
waiting for a poem to start, I realize how little
I like the poetry I've been writing these days;
it's way too centered on my own belly button
where only the barest bit of lint from the outer world
gathers, as if the universe starts and ends where I
was first bodily attached and then rudely unattached;
and so I determine to let the world in, to let it speak
to me of its own life, to lead me in a poem ...
but this silence! how will I hear anything past this
almost thundering silence where cars and voices
and traffic usually hold sway? then the crows in an
autumn leafed tree caw and flap through the hush
as if reading my negativity and laughing at it; I watch
them as they settle down, then another crow lands
among them and their flapping noisy show starts all
over again; such dark clowns they are, I think, do
others laugh at me the same way, so intense
and pointed, a clowning that calls one to an uneasy
attention; I continue to stare at these self-conscious
black patches against a bright blue sky: how could I
forget these fellow travelers, loved by some, disliked
and ignored by others? they've followed and even
sometimes led me on long walks across the decades;
yes, I'll listen to the crows today and laugh gratefully,
no matter what others or even I think, for thoughts
are like belly buttons: the place where new
things grow and then disengage, but they're
not the new things themselves


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-23-17 (revised 11-24-17 & re-posted). Photomorph "Listening for the Voice of the Crow" (11-2-17 011v3f) by Roswila; it's a wider pic than it appears to be as the left side is white against the white of the blog template and the edge can't be seen; I could get it outlined/framed I suppose in Photoshop, but I don't have the time or inclination ... Crow is calling me to other pursuits! :-) However, you can see it properly if you click on the image as it will be on a dark background, in a larger version.]

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), 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.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

FALL'S LEAVINGS (photomorph) & TRASH DAY (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


TRASH DAY

a woman I kinda, sorta know, comes along
just as I realize there's no space left even
at the back of the tall garbage receptacle,
for my load of toss-aways, and I don't have
a larger bag into which I can put it all to hang
off an edge of the full to bursting, many layered
container; the woman acquaintance doesn't
seem at all phased by this situation and is
her usual friendly self; I do not want to
interrupt her sunny chatter as she goes about
stuffing, then hanging a big bag of her junk
off the front of the tall trash can; I hesitate
to and ultimately don't inquire if she
has another large garbage bag to spare;
(sigh) maybe someday I'll also find out how
to toss away this difficulty I have
with asking for what I need

[free verse poem on a dream of 11-20-17. Photomorph "Fall's Leavings" (10-18-17 004v2) 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), 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.

Monday, November 20, 2017

AUTUMN'S LOOM (photo) & ANOTHER BEGINNING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ANOTHER BEGINNING

that man I'm so attracted to and have begun to
really like, and I, stand out in the open of a sub-
urban street, reviewing some of my writing; there's
something about the introductory two lines that
are wrong or just don't work the way they should,
the way I know they can, and he seems to agree
but subtly with only a light nod of his head like an
autumn leaf not yet ready to leave the branch;
oddly for two seniors like we, all this has something
to do with an infant of ours, or as I pun terribly
"the infantry;" I make no big changes each time I re-
word those first two lines but I just know there's a way
they need to be re-written that I haven't managed to find
yet; then I wonder "What is wrong with this baby?"
I want so to gently touch whatever it is that's trying to
come through these words as if it were a sleeping child,
the way I run my fingers along the lines of the bark on
that old willow tree trunk as I sit by it and quietly
ruminate; but now, here, everything seems to be about
the eyes, how things look, even what these difficult
first two lines say on each re-write seems secondary
to how they appear on the page, how they look as
an opening to the heart of the ballad I now realize
I've been writing all along; my fingers ache as I go
back to the keyboard; there's something to be said
for Braille, isn't there, beyond it making meaning
more accessible: how does one learn to touch when
one has become so dependent on what things look
like? what they appear to be? and I think "Don't
throw the baby out with the bathwater..." yes,
sometimes re-writing is about cleaning up one's
act and is necessary, but it's never about throwing
the entire act away in the process; and I determine
not to throw out what I've managed to accomplish
so far simply because the beginning was off kilter
or even just plain wrong, and never again to go
back and twist myself all out of shape trying
to achieve the impossible and find a way to do over
a hobbled or painful beginning for, ultimately, any
beginning becomes more than what it ever appeared
to be: what's being created out of it, as if on a cosmic
silk loom in which we are just two
of the innumerable threads


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-19-17. Photo "Autumn's Loom" (11-17-17 009v2) 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), 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.