REMEMBER WHEN (photomorph) & BUSTED (dream narrative) by Roswila

BUSTED

three men and I have formed an a cappella
quartet; the song we're working on is totally
unfamiliar to me: a softly melodic 1940's
ballad; although I hang back, I can't resist
attempting to find the harmonies, as I know
how lovely they would sound in a female's
higher pitch among their deep voices; I keep
trying to find the harmony lines but so quietly
I'm sure none of the men can even hear me,
which is what I want unless and until I'm sure
I'm hitting the right notes, not to mention my
still considerable shyness; even this not quite
joining in is very enjoyable and I relax into
what I think is an unnoted participation; a water
color-like vision emerges in my mental eye in
response to the music: a pastoral setting, sunny
but not too bright, it feels like a memory of a scene
I might have read about in a classic British novel
as a child, long past bedtime, by flashlight, hiding
under the covers; and then the lead baritone looks
up suddenly and hurries right over to me, saying
to the others: "Listen! she's secretly singing the
harmony!" Oy, I've been busted! but somehow
I manage to keep singing, both the joy and the
volume upped, for my attempts have been
both noted and embraced, even as my face
betrays my rising excitement with a hot flush


[narrative on a dream of 2-8-18. I suppose I should own up to the obvious fact that the run of dreams largely about a man or men, has picked up again. I do have one dream poem ready to post about a woman, but she's pregnant -- guess there'd been a man around there, too. :-) Photomorph "Remember When" (11-26-17 005v2g) by Roswila]

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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.

HARVEST MOON RITUAL (photomorph) & ODDLY ENOUGH (narrative on a dream)

ODDLY ENOUGH

rather oddly for us -- friends only,
and decades ago, at that -- we're about
to have sex and I'm quite content that
we'll do so, even though he's the same
annoying guy he was all those decades
back when we hung out a lot together;
just why he's now my cup of tea I can't
say, I only know I'm heating more than
an old tea kettle! then, several other men,
all strangers, enter the dark room, back
lit by sunny reflection off the ocean only
yards outside the window, all of them
his acquaintances, with whom I'm also
expected to have sex; again, rather oddly,
although I do recognize this as a bit
over the top, I don't have any problem
with the prospect, especially given my
sexual hunger these past few years; as
the new guys check out the space and
settle into it, I look out the window,
past the small dock to the water, when a
guy I'd noticed earlier comes up close
behind me, almost nuzzling my right
ear; I'd been very attracted to his warm
smile and he's smiling again, but his
voice has a concerned, questioning tone
as he makes it clear to me that I really
don't have to be available to these nearly
half dozen men; as I lean lightly into
him I explain it really doesn't bother me,
that I've been alone for too many years,
what I don't say, is that I actually want to
sleep with each of them; then just as this
man and I begin moving even closer to
each other, one of the other men walks
up to me, all agitated about having to
leave his job unattended in order to be
with me, and I sigh, and turn from this
guy I'm ever more drawn to, so I can
attend to the anxious man; I don't want
his high agitation polluting the entire
group of guys, after all, it only takes
one rotten apple in the barrel ...


[narrative [prose poem?] on a dream of 2-7-18. In part, a poem about reputation (keeping these men happy so I'll be thought of positively?)? A woman's harem fantasy? Exploring what the extent of my sexuality is? Is the end telling me to choose what I really want despite any worry of turning others off? And I can think of lots more questions about this one. In a way it feels like an attempt to integrate both my past and present experiences with men. Hm, maybe it's largely an "anti-victim" dream. I.e., a not very sensible attempt (that phrase could be a definition of dream symbolism!) to stop carrying around all that victimization that I suffered from early childhood on. This one's going to generate quite a lengthy Tarot reading to try to get a decent grip on it. BTW, the photomorph I've chosen to go with this, references a vague feeling I had within the dream as the additional men began to arrive. (I.e., that the gathering might be for some sort of ancient ritual.) Photomorph "Harvest Moon Ritual" (11-26-17 008v2) 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.

NIGHT TERRORS (photomorph) & NIGHT CREATURES (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

NIGHT CREATURES

sitting on the bathroom throne
in the wee hours of the night,
drowsy and vaguely enjoying
wool gathering as I wait ...

yikes! what's this I spot from
the corner of my sleep-gritty eye,
clambering over the tiled sill
of my shower?

no creature I've ever seen! and
though it resembles a large ground
hog, I somehow know it's not of this
earth nor even from a different plane
of existence

I succeed in scaring it back
into the shower (out of sight out
of mind) by stomping as heavily as I
can with one of my feet, what a relief !

as I start to go back to muzzy musing
while I sit, it shoots straight back out
of the stall shower, its scrabbling
echoing in the small bathroom as it
hurtles toward me like a small brown
bowling ball

I begin stomping first one foot and then
the other in a poor imitation of pile
drivers, even as I reach back for a
broom I keep propped against the wall
by the toilet tank

but I know all of this will avail me of
exactly nothing, and I let out a short,
sharp yell that I fight to shape into an
understandable "HELP!" knowing that
this will lift me out of the belly of this
rare night creature: a nightmare


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-5-18. Becoming aware I'm having a nightmare and actually yelling out knowing it will wake me up, is something I have had to do maybe only a half dozen times in my life as I rarely have nightmares. Or rather, dreams that I call nightmares. Painful or scary is not enough for me to label a dream as such. It has to have a totally intolerable quality. And it's that quality that leads me to yell to wake myself up, subsequently thinking of it as a nightmare. (Yes, in order to know I need to wake myself up indicates I am vaguely lucid, as I know I'm dreaming by that point in the dream.) But why I did I have this nightmare, my first in years? Not sure. But I have been dieting and my body is beginning to change further. I'm also involved in what is, for me, a rather unusual sort of relationship. And at the time of the dream, I was at the end of the second day in which I had such terrible knee pain I had to use my walker to get anywhere (I usually only use it on long walks, or to haul heavy things). I'll only add that my intuition says that this is not a warning dream, but an emotionally based one (with probable input from a physical healing crisis due to the weight loss process). And that it's one of those dreams that I'll have to go to the Tarot to really explore. Photomorph "Night Terrors" (12-30-17 009v12a) 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.

ON THE WAY (photomorph) & NAKED ( mixed format dream poem) by Roswila

NAKED

over time she's become
quite skilled at belly dancing,
doing down and up
belly rolls exactly as they've been done
down the ages, with both art and control

her chosen costume,
though, makes a modern contrast to
the traditional:
a tight fitting, long flesh colored dress,
a-glitter with a myriad of ecru sequins

her first solo show
comes to its ending movements,
a traditional shimmy
with belly rolls and open legs,
all while bending over backwards

as she sets up for
this expected traditional ending,
angling her feet and
preparing her breathing for the effort,
a man calls out: It's usually done naked!

this she's not willing
to do, and fervently hopes that she'll
perform this pattern
in such a stirring way that naked
would've only been a distraction

she bends backwards signaling she's about to start,
hoping her naked eagerness to please is enough


[tanka series capped by a two-liner on a dream of 1-28-18. Yeah, both dream/poem and pic are shamelessly sexual (but with some other associations, as well). Photomorph "On the Way" (1-18-18 006v6b) 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.

ALL FALLS AWAY (photo) & THE CURE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

THE CURE

the story of the young talented dancer's death
is way too sad to repeat, just watching her
ghostly form dance gracefully off into a
downtown city sunset's hard enough, if a visual
delight; she's off to meet her lover, who died
only days before her, his death mourned as a loss
to the world of young athletes with Olympic
potential; at least they'll be fully together at last,
and wearing their talents and youth like
rainbow colored new clothes; clothes that now
will never tatter and fade and ultimately fall
away from them, death being the only cure
for aging's inevitable losses


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-4-18. This is actually a rather positive dream/poem. My initial response on recalling it was confusion and concern. Then I realized it was trying to help me own, and then move beyond the mourning I've been in for aspects of my youth. A mourning I've been in partial denial about. (Partial denial, you say? Yeah, minimizing it's extent and depth.) Photo "All Falls Away" (12-30-17 002v2) 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.

UNDER A BLUE MOON (photomorph) & MUSIC OF THE NIGHT (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

the garden in the city's restaurant
row, rests under a windless night,
nestled at the edge of the curb
and draping over the gentle slope
onto the tarmac

not your usual garden, nothing
really growing, at least not in
the sense one usually thinks
of as such, but non-living things
tossed deliberately aside
or left thoughtlessly behind,
gathered together by the winds
of happenstance and seemingly
communing as their ranks
swell gradually

a friend exits my favorite natural
foods restaurant just as I start
to play my didjeridu* to this
gorgeously surreal garden,
filled with morphing shadows
and pinpoint highlights,
most folk don't even notice,
hoping the vibrations of my didj
will be not only welcomed by this
almost melodic mélange,
but even be supportive
of its explorations

my friend's shocking pink
sweatshirt and shoulder length
blonde hair light up the early evening
like some heavenly orb visiting earth;
she immediately starts to hop around
in rhythm to my didj playing,
her delight brighter than
the rising blue moon

hopping all the way, she goes back
through the door of the restaurant,
announcing in a breathy voice
to all within: look!
a kangaroo dance
to the music of the night


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-28-18. *I do actually have and play a didjeridu. There's a lot more to this dream, but the amusing aspect is: this was the last dream I had and it was telling me to "get hopping!" I'd been waaaay over-sleeping! Also, there was a blue moon on January 31st (and there will be another at the end of March). BTW, I've not posted here for several days because my google chrome program would not open and I was having a devil of time trying to figure out how to save my universe of bookmarks in it, on uninstall/reinstall. Not even chrome's program folder on my computer would open. And though there is a program touted to copy things like bookmarks from one program to another without opening either of them, I'm wary of downloading such unknown "entities." Ditto for registry cleaning/clearing programs. And I can't use I.E. for blog posts as there's an ancient "enmity" between I.E. and the blog platform I use. It's been a known problem for many years, that neither "combatant" has cared to do anything about -- which is why I switched to chrome four years ago. Anyway, it's a relief to look forward again to making a daily post here, and to my photograph blog. Sadly, and it's also making me nuts, still trying to get the edit profile program here in blogger to produce the proper shape in my profile pic on the right ... ACK!! Is it all really worth it? Photomorph "Under a Blue Moon" (8-18-09 5770v10) 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.