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Friday, December 01, 2017

INCHING UP THE SKY (photomorph) & TREASURE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


TREASURE

the radiant violet of the small blossom
steals all of my attention, and I stop short
to stare at its elegant hunting horn shape,
lined with pale gold

when a crow begins cawing insistently
in the tree near me, as if to say "Look at
me, look at me, look!" I reluctantly lift
my gaze from this violet beauty, knowing
from long experience that all I need do
to satisfy it would be to look directly up
at this dark clown and say something, even
a simple "Well, hello!," and so I do

I turn quickly back to the treasure
of the flower, just in time to be surprised
by the sight of two bees stealing
side by side out of the golden throat
of the hunting horn, to disappear like
Robin Hood and one of his Merry Men
into the surrounding greenery


[non-dream free verse poem of 11-29-17. Photomorph "Inching Up the Sky" (11-26-17 001v3b) 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.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

UNDERFOOT (photomorph) & ON PLAYING FOOTSIE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ON PLAYING FOOTSIE

that man I have quite a crush on, and I, hang around
together; we're sitting on the floor and both of my feet are
beneath his somehow; after a time I realize one of mine
is stuck to one of his by the toe area of my black sock;
we laugh as he tries to disengage our feet, while I revel
silently in not only letting someone try to help me but,
even more so, in being physically this close to him
and the focus of his attention; but there's also an itchy
urge to reach past him and rip that dang sock loose to end
the niggling worry I'm making a damn fool of myself over
a man, yet one more time; but I let the situation advance
at its own rate, giving this odd encounter a chance
to develop as it will; then I see that he's growing younger
and more handsome by the second, and that any chance
this old, arthritic lady might have had with him
is now slimmer than the last slice of a sickle moon;
what a pickle! but I refuse to toss in the towel:
I'm enjoying his sensual wrestling
with our socked feet, way too much


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-27-17. There's a ton of fun and pointed meaning packed into the feet image of this dream/poem. Not the least of which is the sexual symbolism. Photomorph "Underfoot" (10-18-17 016v2d) 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.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

RUPTURE (photomorph) & ON IMPLOSION (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ON IMPLOSION

he's as angry and self-righteous as usual,
and I, also as usual, quiet my inner
automatic judgment and irritation
when my empathy tunes into his deeper
emotional pain; however, it's quite scary
this time, as I also pick up signals of suicide;
just what should I do? given my own
tendency these days to erupt in flames, if I were
to race through the fires of his righteousness
and rage -- without even a hint that
anything I could do would help
and with nothing but ignorance with which
to do it -- would I be sacrificing myself
uselessly on the dark altar
of his imploding pain?


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-28-17. I can see a number of men in my life (past and present) in this man. But I think it applies to me even more so. Am I going to continue to make what are ultimately self-destructive decisions? E.g., when I went to sleep last night the answer to that would have been "Yes." But when I woke up this morning and recalled the dream, I actually found myself resisting the tremendous food binge I'd planned for today. And as the day has played out, I did not binge. Of course, there's a whole lot more in this dream than what I've just laid out. (E.g., my recent surge in problematic male relationships.) But I'd have to write a mini-novella here to go into it with any clarity at all. Photomorph "Rupture" (10-18-17 018v2h) 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.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

ALL FALL DOWN (photo) & DAMN THE TORPEDOES (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


DAMN THE TORPEDOES

... I think back, and even further back, trying to find
out if I've always been this lonely and frustrated;
I bump against a memory: I was 11 years old
and with my best buddy, a cute, red-haired guy,
about my age and size; we'd often chase each other
and wind up wrestling, and this time I'd somehow
gotten him down onto his back on the grassy side-
yard ground and straddled his waist while we both
laughed; I then clearly recall saying "Tell me you
love me or I won't let you up!" I don't remember,
though, how this played out, except that he didn't say
he loved me, and more importantly that I have long
mourned that assertive girl who did not hesitate
to go after what she wanted, full speed ahead
and damn the torpedoes!


[memory snippet recalled and written about 11-27-17. Click here for info on that reference in the last two lines to a famous quote. Photo "All Fall Down" (11-24-17 014v2) 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 27, 2017

CELEBRATING AUTUMN (photo) & THE SCIMITAR (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE SCIMITAR

the scimitar shaped willow leaf
lands in my lap, now fragile with age
even as I am slowly becoming; releasing
a certain sadness that there will be no
more glorious, head-on engagements
for either of us, I softly caress this
single slice fallen lightly on me
like a blessing, so as not to hasten
its ultimate dissolution into the dust
from which we both came; all too
aware that life at this far end
more than ever asks us to hold
and to let go of whatever falls
to us, with grace and tenderness


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-27-17. Photo "Celebrating Autumn" (11-26-17 003v3) 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.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

WAITING FOR DAWN (photo) & ESCAPING FROM THE MOUNTAIN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


ESCAPING FROM THE MOUNTAIN

One:

the overweight young woman
hurries down the mountainside road,
her dark shoulder length hair
billowing in the breeze like a sail

she manages to heft -- and sometimes
drag -- several bundles along with her,
leaving behind a trail of urgency
as she looks worriedly over her
hunched shoulder: all she wants
is to escape this mountain at last

her face flashes in sudden panic:
they've found her! and she rushes
onto a dirt path off to the side
of the tarmac ribbon, tossing her
bundles ahead of her behind bushes
and praying her own bulk, too,
won't be seen from the road

but, it's too late, that old family jalopy
stops short at the head of the path
where she stands desolated
by dashed hope again,
as usual the old junk heap is filled
to bursting with family, and their friends
and their friends, arms and legs and heads,
and even butts hanging out of every
window as they wave and yell at her

and also as usual they don't seem to care
that the thoroughly rusted aqua belly
of their car sits like a robotic hen
right on the road surface,
its suspension long since shot

they look like a scraggly little peak
themselves, she thinks (as she begins
to pick up her bundles and walk towards
them sighing in resignation) only
they're more like a mountain that follows
her around and won't let her go,
let her be herself, let her be something
other than squashed by their oblivious
enthusiasm into this manic group
that she's never fit in with

no, she's all too readily homogenized
in their eyes simply by their declaration
that she belongs with them, yet she remains
painfully, even life threateningly angular
and sharp-edged inside herself where real
life starts and ends and keeps trying
to wrestle free of their
collective grip ...


Two:

... and she almost forgets to acknowledge
rescue when it finally comes,
so much so that she can't even recall
how or when it happened,
she only remembers when she sees
his face, a soft light
in her stunned memory

she turns toward one of her sisters
(the one who'd long ago freed herself
of the weight of their mountainous
family) giving her a puzzled look that her
sister returns with a nod, as if to say,
yes, and have you thanked him?

she turns back to her rescuer --
their father -- but a much younger version
of him and not at all his coloring or build
for he's blond, not much taller than she,
stocky, and soft in aspect, even as he
appears to be quite strong

he also looks anxious to move on someplace
else, even as she puts her arms out to him
for a hug that does not happen
and whispers "You'll never know
how grateful I am"

his pleased aspect warms her thoroughly,
even as he moves surely and quietly on
like the passing over of a beloved soul,
leaving her to wonder what this freedom
will be worth once all the separations
and losses have been counted


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-25-17. Ah well, talk about wish fulfillment, ey? BTW, as far as I know neither of my (half) sisters has "escaped" our family mountain. Nor would they want to, or even think of it as a mountain and/or something to be "escaped." So this sister here is metaphorical, an encouragement from my dream world that "escape" is possible. Or maybe, she represents some aspects of me that have already broken out of jail. Or, are about to? Are capable of doing so? (More wish fulfillment thinking ...) BTW, I pretty much had to break this into two sections because I have no recall of what the dream transition was between those two aspects of it. If there even was one. And none that I tried to write into the dream worked and so the two sections. Photo "Waiting for Dawn" (11-26-17 005v2f) 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.

* * * *
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.