PAIRING UP (photomorph) & TWO WEDDINGS (dream prose poem) by Roswila

TWO WEDDINGS

a Freudian analyst (along with just about any other
sort of practicing miner in minds) would have a hell
of a good time mucking around in last night's dream,
but at the moment I choose to see it as a simple
good-bye, a letting go, you go your way, I'll go mine,
each to our own happiness, each down our separate
paths at last; of course even that understanding
requires some explanation, so here's the dream:

"...and," my father adds, as if it were an afterthought
but I know it's the entire point of this conversation
"I'm getting married just before you are"

I'm delighted to hear this, it makes the prospect of my
own nuptials coming up this next weekend, all the
more special, an early wedding gift, if you will

I sit down on the floor by the recliner in which Dad
rests, and looking up into his still handsome, smiling
old face I ask "Please tell me it's not one of those girls
of summer who were so wild, is it?"

he grins and shakes his head "No," his eyes sparkling
like twin engagement rings "...no, I've just met her
and she's pretty, and soft, and tender ... did I say
pretty already?"

it's my turn to grin, acknowledging and delighting in
his happiness, then inquire "What's her career? her
life's focus?" even as I stand up, thinking I need
to get on with the focus of my own life at
present: organizing for my wedding

my nigh-on-to-stranger-father (seriously! I've never
seen him this deeply pleased and content) responds
"No career, she's always been a homebody, caring
for others, but not driven to control them, not even
to 'make something of herself' but to stay receptive
and responsive, and, by the way, belief's
not her thing, doing is"

I wonder what this lovely sounding new woman
thinks of me, if he's even told her of our nearly
back-to-back weddings, but decide it doesn't
matter; that now, more than ever, I want to
allow life to tap me on the shoulder with its
surprises, let it lead me into dance
after joyful wedding dance


[prose poem (?) on a dream of 7-11-18. There's a question mark after "prose poem" because here's another like so many I write on my dreams that I don't know what to call. As I mentioned at least once before here, maybe I should just call these sorts "dream writing" or "writing based on a dream." I use the term "dream narrative" when I was simply attempting to get the dream down, without any embellishment or poetic imagery added. Of course (as I've also said here before) the actual dream imagery itself is poetic in that it's metaphoric. Yeah, I don't consciously produce a dream's metaphors, but they do come from my mind (at least I tend to think so ... and that's only partly a joke). So why can't a straight forward dream narrative once on the page not be considered a poem, too? ...And here I go for the umpteenth time chasing my tail on this issue. :-) Maybe I'm simply avoiding typing out one of the things this dream may be saying: that there's more letting go of my inner relationship to my father that I need to do in order to move forward. Photomorph "Pairing Up" (6-4-17 038v3c) 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]
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