NETTING A WILD MIX (photomorph) & AT A BENEFIT MUSICAL FOR THE TERMINALLY ILL (dream narrative) by Roswila

AT A BENEFIT MUSICAL
FOR THE TERMINALLY ILL

the amateur performance of the musical
begins with a block-buster song and dance
number; the song's about a very expensive
antique chest-cum-foot-locker, it's deep
brown wood sides gleam with elegant
and complicated designs carved into it by
some craftsman whose skill may no longer
even exist in this century; I smile wryly
to myself and turn to my friends as they
watch this offering for a price far beyond
what any of us could afford; I buy all my
stuff in a thrift store, I say, "Second Hand
Rose"* has nothing on me! and I go on to
ponder how much of the stuff I use in my
rooms and wear may be even older? Third
or fourth hand? I'm not surprised to hear
others around me in the audience making
comments on living the thrift store life, as
we share hints on how best to maintain and
coordinate our cheap and still usable finds;
the next production number in the benefit
show is about just this sort of pooling of
experience and more stirring even than the
opening song about a chest we could never,
ever afford to buy, even for charity's sake;
this second number slows gradually into a
milling crowd -- audience and cast members
together -- swaying softly on the shiny, dark
wood stage, some in couples, some inter-
locking their arms in long chains that weave
them all into one chorus singing the show's
final song: "Yesterday's gone, the last
sunset's overhead, we'll have to let it go..."


[narrative on a dream of 3-30-18. Those "lyrics" in the last two lines are verbatim from the dream. I actually woke up singing them, to a simple tune I've since forgotten (think I made it up in the dream as it didn't seem familiar on that fleeting recall). *Lyrics to "Second Hand Rose". LOL! I feel like an ancient thrift store item myself. I keep finding use (kinda, sorta) for my life and hope that this will stay true until the end. Overall, though, this is one of those dreams that has many different levels. The implied death at the end being the most compelling (at least to me). Is it addressing literal death, or the transformations ("little" deaths) we go through all the time? Or both? I also note that it's Passover today and Easter tomorrow, and both have central death images informing them. In addition, I see that famous Shakespeare quote "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players..." in this dream. AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, I WISH ALL CONCERNED A VERY BLESSED PASSOVER! Photomorph: "Netting A Wild Mix" (6-27-09 2904v2e) 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.

INTIMATE PORTRAIT (photo) & EVEN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

EVEN

you might think that of all the arts
dream poetry could go uncensored;
hey,
I've even used that it's a dream
poem to excuse what many folk
would otherwise find a bit off-putting,
and gotten away with it (or at least, so I
thought);
but this dream and, more importantly,
the poem about it, urging itself upon me,
is just too graphic, too real, too close
to the bone, or rather to the deepest most
intimate
space in a woman that doesn't require
a scalpel or abusive words to reach;
I'd have to clearly describe his own
private parts to even get this across,
even
a metaphor would be too real; even as
the dream itself was; even as he entered
my body, both a delightful surprise
and mutual challenge; but then to be
interrupted
by that other woman just as we're able
to strike a rising rhythm, that crass (I
won't use a curse word here, but am
tempted
to) witch, demanding to know if I
think I'm any different than she,
screwing
around with a man who's really
not at all suiting; hell, you can
just imagine how pissed off
I was in the dream, about as
p.o.'d as I am
now
typing this: how frustrating
to have truth intrude just as I
finally get what I've so long
clung to believing I
wanted


[free verse poem on a dream of 3-28-18. I got all hung up on just what sort of writing this one is (prose poem? dream narrative? free verse?) and realized I was avoiding fully taking in -- there's that image again -- what the dream was saying. Photo "Intimate Portrait" (6-23-09 2706ev2) 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 TO TOO MUCH (photomorph) & "YOUR ASSIGNMENT, SHOULD YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT..." (dream narrative) by Roswila

"YOUR ASSIGNMENT, SHOULD YOU
CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT..." *

the job assignment I hesitate to accept:
write three line reviews of several infant/
toddler day care centers of my choice in our
area of South Central California; once visited,
none of my choices seems remarkable in any
way, and I hope I'll be able to produce reviews
that will interest readers, without revealing how
boring I really find these centers; then I come to
to the last on my list: it's farthest away, a bit to
the north, almost in another county, just barely
within the geographic area outlined for me to
visit centers within; on first glance it appears to
be like all the others, then I notice that one of
the toddlers in the center's care is not a child at
all but a young adult woman, dark-haired and
giggling; but she refuses to stay in one spot long
enough for me to even ask her a question and I
give up, looking around the room; none of the
other, wildly active and constantly chattering
infants and toddlers attracts me, many looking
like baby versions of adults I know and have
difficult relationships with in my personal life,
though I do briefly wonder if interviews with
these "younger selves" might actually be not
only interesting to my readers, but helpful to
me; however, I feel an urge instead to seek out
the young adult woman's attention again, and
finally succeed, asking her how to say the name
of this day care center that, as I recall, begins
with a P and an E; she responds as she scurries
away "It means 'foreign place'" well, I think,
that's not what I asked but, yes, this is a very
foreign place, at least to me; then I laugh,
shake my head, and mumble under my breath:
and it sure ain't boring!


[narrative on a dream of 3-25-18. * Said in the opening sequence of every episode of that old T.V. show, Mission Impossible. And, yes, I intend for this title reference to that old show to inform the dream even a little bit further. As it did me, when it popped as I was trying to think of a title. Photomorph "On The Way To Too Much" (5-13-10 10013ev9) 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.

THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE ... (photo) & TRIANGULATION [#2] (dream tanka series) by Roswila

TRIANGULATION

all these friends crowding
me in last night's dreams as if to
make up for lost time:
one long distance -- cross country,
the others here -- right up in my face

love for each rises
as surely as that morning sun
through my lace curtains
and just as certainly I find this
unsought warmth upsetting

because with love's rise
(surely and certainly as ever)
come the deeper colors
of these affections:
all the conflicts, the betrayals,
and worse, the unspoken affection

the cross-country buddy
only vaguely traipsing through a dream
segment, like a tiny
bait worm, making it's get-a-way
before it can get hooked on caring

and that leaves two:
The He and The She; can you say
"triangulation"
children? I can but don't want to, I've been
the unembraced third point far too long

he wanted me, still does,
yet here he is again flirting
with her; while she
keeps trying to talk to me
about the animals she loves

as if her pet loves
will distract me from what she's
always and ever
inviting from him ... and him! now
he asserts he doesn't desire her

he even makes sure
I witness him telling her to back off
(gently and softly,
though, as is his way to talk around me)
then he calls me on his smart phone

not so smart, I think,
to put this distance between us
after seemingly
opening a path between us at last
on which we might move closer

then there's the missing
seconds, yes, almost a minute or so
at the beginning
of each of his phone transmitted
comments as I hang in confused

nothing new at all
in this behavior of his, silence has always
hung between us
a heavy, transparent curtain: I'm clear on
what he's feeling but he won't own it


[tanka series on dreams of 3-26-18. Photomorph "The Course of True Love..." (3-21-10 10049ev2a) 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.

INCINERATION (photomorph) & TRASH DAY (dream narrative) by Roswila

TRASH DAY

that almost-friend who deals with
many of the same physical issues I
struggle with, approaches me gently
(we tend to relate as if hesitating at
the edge of a remove between us,
waiting to see if either of us will ever
step across it); I go on weeding out the
humongous piles of ancient files and
shoving filled boxes aside to take to the
trash; she tilts her head on hearing my
96 year old boss's querulous male voice
calling out from the other room, asking
about my progress; yeah, I say to her, I
can't believe my boss and I kept most of
this stuff all these decades, can you?
time to let go, yes? she smiles and asks
if we'd be willing to sell any of the
oldest files we still have left to her;
how odd, I think, but what's that old
expression? one man's trash,
another man's treasure?


[narrative on a dream of 3-25-18. The woman is actually in my life now, and the boss was mine from 1991 to 1996 (and he was in his 90's back then). This dream is still pretty much a puzzlement. Usually after writing even the densest open up. Right now all I see is a reflection of what I've been doing (little by little) in my life: letting go of both literal and metaphorical junk. I do find the contrast between letting go of decades of old stuff and then having a new person actually be interested in it, intriguing. Someone who's quite a bit like me in some ways. Maybe that's it, though. The dream may at its heart be about struggling with an ambivalence about letting go. Oy! I just thought: not wanting all that work, all those years, to be nothing but trash, but to have value in some way. Well, I've used the image of compost often enough in my writing. Maybe I can think of all this "trash" as compost. Ah well, there's still a sense remaining that there's something more I'm not hearing from this dream. It'll probably surface in time. There have been dreams that opened to me months and even years later. Photomorph "Incineration" (3-21-10 10044v10a) 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.