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]
**** 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.

RAISING IT FOR DISCUSSION (photomorph) & "his dark eyes like glass..." (dreamku) by Roswila

his dark eyes like glass
above his wide gamin grin
where does the truth lie


[dreamku on a visual only, flash dream image, of late June 2018. Photomorph "Raising It For Discussion" (10-16-17 003v6b) by Roswila]

ABOUT DREAMKU (& PHOTOS):

But first, a request: please let me know of any typos or other sorts of blunders in my posts. As my eyes age I'm finding more mistakes are creeping into what I put up here no matter how many times I proof it all. Thanks for any help!

For more in-depth exploration of the dreamku form, and one post in which I also address my photo choices:

-- very brief comparison of dreamku and haiku: DREAMKU ARE NOT HAIKU

-- a brief post about both dreamku and my photos THE AREN'TS OF DREAMKU & ACCOMPANYING DIGITAL PHOTOS.

-- detailed three-part post about dreamku: "A DREAMKU PRIMER: Writing Haiku-Like Poems About Your Night Dreams": PART ONE: Introduction & Writing Dreamku as Dream Work; PART TWO: Elements of the Haiku Form Used in Dreamku; and PART THREE: How to Write Dreamku (the second and third parts have some overlap).

-- a short up-dating post about the three-part "A DREAMKU PRIMER" -- Important Up-date to A DREAMKU PRIMER....".

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,







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: TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT

GUARDING THE PERIMETER (photomorph) & ON FLOTILLAS (dream narrative) by Roswila

ON FLOTILLAS

it's time to send out my usual big greeting card
mailing (again); I wish I had my own photos to
make them out of, but I'm in a rush, and all I
have right at hand is a huge supply of regular
sentimental greeting cards usually sold in stores;
although I blush to use them, truth be told, most
folk will probably more readily relate to these
familiar sentimental images; I dip into the large
brown paper bag I'd tossed the cards into ages
ago, to choose which one is best for whom; I fish
first for an appropriate one for my brother (he's
a tough one, not much ever pleases him unless
it's exactly what he'd wanted, which in his book
equals "expected," and though he rarely admits
his disappointment I do feel it), I decide on a
large square card for him, with lots of white
space onto which he can project whatever he
wishes; I next fumble around in the bag for a
card for my woman friend of nearly 60 years,
one might think this choice would be easier as
she tends to notice very little I do or say that
isn't immensely obvious; yet I cling to the hope
that permeates just about anything I do for
others, and especially for her: that this time
something I've done will actually get across, a
connection will be made, and she'll react openly;
I suddenly wonder if I should be writing out
each card as I go along and pick up the card and
envelope I chose for my brother; the sun-bright
white of the large flapping envelope puts me in
mind of white ducks, floating at ocean's edge;
my mind's eye then pans way out to see a huge
white Victorian-style hotel overlooking the sea,
and goes even further -- back in time -- to when
domesticated ducks dominated the lazy surf in
front of the then spanking new hotel, hoards of
them lined up on the water, floating along behind
three wild, black ducks, headed toward a ragged
slew of some sort of red birds bobbling on the water
(are they even birds?); there's something predatory
about this huge slow advance of ducks in neat rows
toward the red birds; maybe that sense comes from
the hunger I can almost feel in the air, though I can
not imagine those red floaters as food and especially
not for ducks; true, there are many kinds of hunger,
each of which can wear many different disguises;
maybe the ducks' hunger is to free their flotillas'
familiar, usually spacious and welcoming harbor,
from these exceedingly strange red invaders


[narrative on a dream of 7-7-18. Link to info on the colors white, black, and red: "Why black, white and red are such vital colors has been debated. Arguments are as varied as the theory that they are [respectively] the colors of shadow, light and life. ... What is known is that [black, white, and red] are universal in being both the first colors humans see as important, and in having similar meanings." Also of interest in this article with respect to the dream above, is the assertion that of the three colors, red varies the most in meaning across cultures and times. Photomorph "Guarding the Perimeter" (11-17-17 013v5e) 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.

SUDDEN FIRE (photomorph) & ON CRAVINGS (dream tanka trio) by Roswila

ON CRAVINGS

we've known each other
many decades now, and been
only good friends
throughout our separate changes
down the winding tunnel of time

and yet suddenly
there's a closeness we'd not gone
for, ever before:
he cups my left breast, looking
at me softly and expectantly

"I'm not ready yet,"
I demure, honestly uncertain
if we should go for it ...
oh, yes! he's sexy! but I also desire
chocolate, and it's not good for me


[three tanka on a dream of 7-6-18. This was dreamed before the one I wrote about here yesterday. They make an interesting pair and I would've posted them together. But given I'm so uncertain these days of my dream recall, I decided to hold one back should I come up "dreamless" today. But, yay! The resurgence of dream recall is continuing. Had recall of one of those massive, novella length dreams last night. Will probably post the long narrative on it tomorrow. (At least I'm assuming the resultant narrative will be long as my notes on the dream go on forever. :-D) Photomorph "Sudden Fire" (9-6-16 002v6) 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.