A BRUSH WITH CHARTREUSE (photomorph) & GONE GREEN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

GONE GREEN

how sad to meet one's inner alter this way,
but I suppose, there's a certain relief in
clarity, in having your shadow self
right there in front of you, drinking
boldly and desperately from
the trough of sticky sweet
chartreuse

it doesn't even matter whether it's an
alcoholic drink or not, I think, as we
elbow each other for another swallow,
cupless and using our hands, not
caring it drips all over our
carefully chosen clothes
each time we
guzzle

what matters is that now she's taking
the trough -- really more a large
wooden tub that trees are sometimes
grown in -- to her room, not even
bothering to ask me if I want
any of the liquid, or if I mind
her absconding like this
with the tub into which
we'd both been
dipping

what will I do now when our paths cross,
will I like her anymore ... nah, I doubt it
... but maybe I'll feel a bit more
tolerant and a lot less
judgmental knowing she
is me as surely as I
am myself, standing
here, thirsting
after that
gone green
liquid


[free verse poem on a dream of 5-17-18. The color chartreuse has shown up in dreams very clearly a number of times over the years. It's also the color of a French liqueur, called Green Chartreuse. And it's rather odd that only just now on Googling this color did I find out that liqueur connection. BTW, just in case it's not clear, this dream does harbor a bit of positivity. Funny thing, too, I ran into the woman it was in the dream, the afternoon after dreaming it, and I hadn't seen her in weeks. I was in a rush so had little time to see if my feelings toward her had changed. But I suspect they have. A wee bit. More acceptance, less judgment. Photomorph "A Brush With Chartreuse" (5-13-18 013v2) 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.

CLAMORING FOR RELEASE (photomorph) & ALL THAT SUCKS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

ALL THAT SUCKS

the email list of good-paying, temporary office
jobs I've been accepted for is lengthy, which is
quite a surprise given how hard it was in my
later working years to find any sort of work;
and all those chippies back then, fresh out of
college or business school who couldn't string
an English sentence together with waxed dental
floss, they would get hired! ah well, back to my
near shock that I have all these job offers now,
in my advancing senior hood: I push my jumping
emotions down and get on with choosing between
the wide array of jobs; the bottom of the possible
employment list seems the most sensible place
to start given that's where my cursor is resting:
always best to begin right where one is, ey?
I open the last email in the string, it's massive,
its subject declaring in a large bolded font:
High Level Management Position In A Well-
Known, Big City Business; yikes! my stomach
sinks, did they even read my resume or listen
to a word I said in my interviews with them?!?
and even if, by some huge stretch of a miracle,
my accrued life experience does qualify me
for such work, I can't imagine taking on one
like it, even back all those years ago when
I was young, hale, and hearty; the massive
email scrolls open before me like an ancient
world map, promising treasure if I can only
decipher the fading symbols before the dream
crumbles like old parchment; and I'm further
shocked; this isn't even a job offer: it's the text
of a lengthy loan, one taken out by a series of
divers borrowers, each for a different investment
and each with my name appended at the very
end as one of the primary borrowers! Say
what! and who the hell cares if all the proposals
sound good, maybe even like sure-shots, I knew
nothing of any of this until opening this huge
email ... has my identity been stolen? if so, more
the fools they, for who'd want to try to open any
sort of credit based on my history; yet, it seems
they've done just this and, hell fire and damnation,
succeeded! life keeps handing me pile after pile of
debt: more and more often, living seems like nothing
more than slogging through a series of quicksand pits,
one right after another -- I just about get myself free
of all that sucks and another pit opens up


[free verse poem on a dream of 4-28-18. The references in this dream/poem to my past job experience, actually happened in my working years. And, yes, overall, this is a rather self-pitying piece. However, the reality is, self-pity is one of those recurring quicksand pits. BTW, that brief mention of it being a dream (in that parchment map image) indicates it was a very mildly lucid dream. Sigh. Not only an unpleasant dream, but one I was (to a subtle degree) aware of dreaming as I dreamed it. Of course, were I so inclined (and I'm not, at least not today), I might choose to interpret that section as an interjection of a wee bit of positivity. (Photomorph "Clamoring for Release" (5-13-18 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.

DANCE WITH ME (photo) & THE DANCE (dream narrative) by Roswila

THE DANCE

whatever it was I handed to him in
the dream (that involved a lot of work
and thought and effort on my part)
I've since forgotten beneath the impact
of waking to recall of our ensuing dance:

he approaches me from my left
side, his hip length black American Indian
hair lifting lightly in the breeze, and puts
an arm gently behind my back,
resting his open hand softly
against my waist

there's no music or drums but somehow
I know this is meant to be a dance, he swaying
ever so slightly to a rhythm I quickly pick up
and shuffle along with as I turn
fully into his embrace

we go on, barely lifting our feet as we circle
ever so slowly around the empty, sunny
courtyard, I moving backwards to his
steady forward, every nerve in my body
on intuitive high alert towards this man
whose subtly expressed interest
has piqued my own

the dance ends (as all inevitably do), and he
walks away, but not before he whispers in my
left ear: "In my culture, we'd be said to be
engaged now..."


[narrative on a dream of 5-11-18. There's a lot in that closing word "engaged" that I won't go in to here; too complicated. Except to say briefly that its more about my psychology (the male within), for one, and for two, about how involved I am with someone at present (e.g., "getting busy," "tied up," etc.) than any marriage commitment. The reference to left side and ear, and the intuitive alert, all indicate an almost over-riding presence of right brain activity (intuition, the arts, holistic thinking, etc.). BTW, I have read somewhere that more recent findings about left and right brain functions indicate they aren't quite as distinct one from the other as used to be thought. But it's still a handy way -- if only symbolically -- of addressing the different ways our human brains process and relate to the welter of information coming from our world(s) at any given moment. Photo "Dance With Me" (6-23-09 2706e) 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.