AN EMPATH'S INNER LIFE (photomorph) & THE HORSE-HOSPITAL (dream narrative) by Roswila

THE HORSE-HOSPITAL

ok, it's even stranger to start a hospital
dream, one with a horse in it, nay, that is
the hospital (outdoors on a wide green lawn)
with talk of a shy, fully nude woman,
standing by a sea cliff, but that's the way
the dream went:

she's a lovely middle-aged Hispanic woman,
some might say slightly overweight but to my
dream eye she's lovely, her breasts still round
and firm and her skin perfect; neither she nor
I know why she's nude but she dresses quickly,
compelled by her obvious modesty; I
quietly suggest that, should she want to,
her nudity could be her next Halloween
costume, and before I can tell what her
response to this daring thought is, I'm
with the horse-that'-s-a-hospital
on that startling green lawn:

large areas of this dun horse's waist, on
through it's entire rear carriage and legs, is
filled with sections where the healing of other
lives is taking place, as if only their wounds
had been patched-in to this hospital-
that's-a horse

as I watch this horse-hospital stand
placidly in the sunlight, a small grey
tabby cat approaches it's front end,
the only place left with room for more
healing work; it's clear the horse-
hospital will accept it and before I can
focus on how and where the cat's wound
will be transferred to the hospital-horse's
front end for healing, the Hispanic
woman approaches

she's completely nude again and anxious
to share the news with me that she's going
to take my suggestion and wear her
birthday suit as her next Halloween
costume: after all, she grins, who
will ever know it's her?

the horse-hospital tosses it's head:
I'd swear it's nodding happily
and to no one in particular


[narrative on a dream of 4-26-18. Interesting possible input to this dream: a friend left a large Russian Lemurian Crystal (or "Scribe" as it's called in the research I just did online) with me last night. It's energy is said to be balancing and calming, both of which I've clearly been in much need of. I kept it in my bra all evening, next to my bed as I slept, and it's now just above my computer screen. It's very much like a large tourmaline crystal I had decades back that I often just sat and held as it felt so comforting. Photomorph "An Empath's Inner Life" (9-5-13 009v3h) 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.

IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CROWN (photomorph) & A VISIT FROM THE KING (dream monologue) by Roswila

A VISIT FROM THE KING

well, here's a somewhat unusual dream scene
for me: three women gathered at one man's
behest, and what an odd man for the dream
to choose; true, it's probably about time
that I have a visit from him, it's been
quite a while since he's stopped by
for a night visit: it's Elvis, yeah,
that Elvis, The King ...
however, it's
the women I find more immediately compelling,
the first is rather simple in some way, I'd say
not too bright but I've been fooled before
by appearances, she may
just be
more innocent than a woman of our advanced age
usually is; the second woman radiates an intense
intelligence, but that judgment of mine could
also prove to be off, her obvious keen
observation and instant absorption
are impressive, but it's only what
she does
and doesn't do with it all that will prove her to
be smart; then, of course, there's me: pretty
much as I have been for some time, trying
to stay open to what happens, to what
comes to me, to what lands on my
already full plate, all while
tiny bubbles
of fear tickle me into occasional bursts of
laughter; and no, I've not forgotten:
there's also the man, whom at first
I don't recognize as he doles
out a pill for each of us
to take,
even after an earlier dose of something we'd
each swallowed at his command; this
second pill is tiny and white and
the first two women gulp
them down
without a qualm, but I cup the dusty dab
of white in the palm of my left hand,
and wonder why Elvis is giving us
these drugs, hell, why is
Elvis even
in this dream at all: have I been missing
his music and drama, his seductive
mien and endlessly titillating
darkness, despite all of it
being wound in
tightly
buffering
layers around
that deep emptiness
I've long heard echoing
beneath his soulful singing


[monologue (?) on a dream of 4-18-18. Every so often I go through this: having trouble defining just what form a dream piece is written in. Add to that my tendency these days to also fool around with the way the lines break in order to create shapes, well, I'm left wondering if there may be no category for many of them. I think I recall saying here some time ago I could simply call these sorts of pieces "dream writing." But that isn't really satisfying as, for instance with this one, I've created a spoken voice, if you will, and a "concrete" form for the lines. (Don't ask me to explain that concrete form or most of the others I come up with as it's often by some feel I get as I go along; i.e., no conscious rationale.) I should note that the other two women are clearly aspects of myself. BTW, this is the additional dream I mentioned a couple days ago in a dream poem post. I actually had this dream before the already posted dream piece that can be read here. These two pieces (A VISIT FROM THE KING and THE EYE OPENER) stand in quite a contrast to each other, and were dreamed only one night apart. Photomorph "In Search of the Lost Crown" (9-11-13 007v7d) 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.
s of myself. BTW, this is the additional dream I mentioned a couple days ago in a dream poem post. I actually had this dream before the already posted dream piece that can be read here. These two pieces (A VISIT FROM THE KING and THE EYE OPENER) stand in quite a contrast to each other, and were dreamed only one night apart. Photomorph "In Search of the Lost Crown" (9-11-13 007v7d) by Roswila]

THERE'S NO DISGUISING THE DARK (photomorph) & THE TINY YELLOW TAXI (dream monologue) by Roswila

THE TINY YELLOW TAXI

yikes! whaddaya tryin' to do?
crawl up my butt? and what's
with that tiny yellow taxi
you're (kinda sorta) driving,
anyway? you workin' for "Uber
for the Undersized"? hell,
then it's even weirder you're
here mashed up against
my rear carriage like this cuz
I tower over you and your
little car ... damn, I feel a bit
like that witch when she said to
Dorothy "... I'll get you, my
pretty, and your little dog,
too!" (or rather, your munchkin
car!) sigh, here I am, pinned
face first, against a grumpy
tree (yeah, another Wizard of
Oz association), and I'm
the one beginning to feel
like a witch? funny how
many a small, sunny yellow
action layers you with guilt
even as it runs you over


[monologue on a dream of 4-23-18. Photomorph "There's No Disguising the Dark" (5-27-15 017v7) 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.

PASSIONS STIR (photomorph) & THE EYE OPENER (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

THE EYE OPENER

things are deeply calm as my long distance
friend and I sit across from each other and
chat: yeah, somehow he's both here, right
now, and across the continent where he
lives; his surreal physical presence tonight
is welcome in a way it never was when we
were casual next door neighbors, and his
gentle, tactful approach and creative
acumen are more affecting here, this way,
when we're almost touching, knee to knee,
than they've ever been in our on-going
emails; so why did I not see this decent
man's interest in me or even just feel
drawn to him myself, long before now,
much less not see all this scintillating
evidence of my heart's ease in his
thoughtful presence? (silly girl! it can
take the inner eye a long time to open,
even when one truly believes one's
seeing clearly; sometimes only a blow
upside the head can knock the scales
from one's eyes, and the reality of that
other man's obvious, almost invasive
and nigh on to impossible to resist
interest has finally hit you with its
darkness, right between your eyes)


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-20-18. This is actually quite a contrast to a poem I've written on a dream from the night before this one. I'll post that earlier one when it's in shape. It's still not quite together and is considerably longer than today's (and I may cut it a lot). Although the man in today's dream/poem was an actual guy I know, I'm not truly interested in him, nor have I ever been -- except as a good friend. But I have always had "scales on my eyes" when it comes to the kind of man I'm drawn to. And that's what this dream is addressing. Photomorph "Passions Stir" (5-27-15 026v2e) 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.

SPRING SHOWER (photomorph) & SPRING (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

SPRING

everywhere a gaze can possibly
rest or even brush by, spring, like
a doorman in his fine gold-green
uniform, opens another door onto
a different crossroads, or reveals
a rabbit hole to fall dizzyingly
down like Alice on her way to
Wonderland; so, what's holding
you back, what's putting this
hitch into your step and
narrowing your vision
with disbelief: how
can you doubt what
you haven't even
experienced yet


[non-dream free verse poem written 4-22-18. Photomorph "Spring Shower" (5-27-15 017v2d) 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.