ROSE MOON (photomorph) & BRING ON THE ROSES (mixed format, dream inspired poem) by Roswila

BRING ON THE ROSES

"Everything's coming up
roses ..."* I float myself into
morning singing this song

well, yes, I guess so,
even in the middle of my
renewed cynicism
this applies, for each rose
has its share of thorns and shadows

not to mention how
soon each joyous bloom dies ...
a bit like life, ey?

no escaping it
even as it begs the question
of usefulness
(I won't touch "meaning" with that
proverbial ten foot pole)

though one can always choose to view it all
from the land of the surreal, where joy and pain,

sensical and non-, all those opposites that
chase after each other in endless cycles,

calmly cohabit
defying sense and gravity
easing the brain's
cramped demand to find clear
purpose and import to it all

a form of transcendence I suppose -- so here's
an end to all this rambling: bring on the roses


[mix of tanka, dreamku, and two-liners on thoughts about lyrics sung in a dream of 2-24-15, posted 2-25-15, and re-posted today (7-28-18). *From the show tune "Everything's Coming Up Roses." Photomorph "Rose Moon" (6-28-09 2988v5c) 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.

IT'S A MATTER OF PHEROMONES (photomorph ) & "in this special corner... (mixed format, non-dream poem) by Roswila

in this special corner
of my rapidly aging world
even ants are welcome:
these small but profuse signs that
life goes on, season after season,
and that I am still here to engage it all
in yet another round of who'll survive


[non-dream tanka with capping two-liner, written 7-27-18. Yeah, I usually put a line space between a tanka and any subsequent form. But this one reads a great deal better as one piece. BTW, written after a run in with our yearly tiny ant invasion (i.e., ants tiny, invasion huge). And for the first time I wasn't annoyed at noting them crawling across that outdoor chair cushion ... Photomorph "It's A Matter Of Pheromones" (5-18-15 044v2d) 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 DANCER (photomorph) & THE IBIS IN THE TREE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

THE IBIS IN THE TREE

"Oh, don't move" she says, laughing
lightly as the ibis in the distant
tree turns, slimming from crescent
moon to near invisibility.

Her sketching briefly falters,
even joyful memory insufficient
to guide her attempted capture
of a blazing white moment
as it dances with the green.

The ibis appears in one glowing
incarnation after another,
her pencil trailing sketches
behind its transformations
like goslings behind their mother.


[non-dream free verse poem written in July of 1990. A friend told me of a heron she'd just seen in a tree over by the University of California at Santa Barbara pond (never remember the name of it, as I've not yet made it over to it on my walks). She mentioned how graceful it was. And I immediately recalled this very old poem of mine. Yeah, it's about an ibis -- or so my research at the time led (and still leads) me to believe. But heron or ibis, I can never tell them apart. In fact, I only chose "ibis" for this poem as they're said to commonly take up residence in coastal city parks. And this scene was in New York City's Central Park. I've only been living in California for 10 and a half years; the previous 60 were in NYC; the first five in Florida where I was born. Back to this poem: I was surprised when I went looking for it to discover that I'd never posted it here (nor was it on my computer until this typing). Of course, blogger's search function isn't all that thorough at times and it may have been posted way back when I first started this blog in 2006 or soon thereafter. In any case, it's a fond memory I'm delighted to share here now. And it gives me a surprise gift to mail that dear artist friend, who's still living in NYC: a copy of this post. (She's not computer savvy.) Photomorph "The Dancer" (5-18-15 026v3e)) 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.

OUT OF THE ASHES (photomorph) & THE BURNING OF A WORLD (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

THE BURNING OF A WORLD

what does one do when the unacceptable
hits the fan and one's entire life goes up
with the stench? no getting away from its
reeking, it just keeps spreading, beyond
even the rigid confines of one's own inner
life (if it can even be called a life); it would
be a relief to think of this putrefaction as
part of a natural process ... hell, woman, call
this self-pitying spade a spade, and then use it
to bury all this grandiose negative thinking
that stinks to high heaven; anyway, the point
at which this suffocating ramble began was at
"the unacceptable...," and there is a certain mild
relief to be had in refusing to yield gracefully
to all this pain, as well as to the nattering of
other people's voices telling me what I should
be doing, and to their own levels of suffering
that I cannot help but feel as they wind their
flaky, demanding ways through my own
personal stink: yeah, just wave it all away
like a cloud of annoying, chemical laden,
forest fire smoke: it's only
the burning of a world


[non-dream free verse poem written 7-23-18. My mood has improved somewhat since drafting this a couple of days ago. However, to be honest, I'm never very far from this sort of thinking/feeling. What's new about this exploration of it all is how maybe what's most important is to accept that I cannot and will not accept it all. That in a way, the world is always burning down around (and in) us. And that is unacceptable. That we (well, at least I) build (and re-build) a life from it being unacceptable. Sigh, not sure I just made my point here -- or in the poem. But it feels good to try. Photomorph "Out Of The Ashes" (5-18-15 016v9) 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.

LAST WEAVE OF FALL (photomorph) & SUMMER SCENE (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

SUMMER SCENE

We wait, and wait.
The train platform steamy and crowded,
and oddly quiet.

Then one, two, three women,
strangers to each other,
each in her own time
lifts her long hair off her sticky neck
and twists, wraps, anchors
her tresses in an artful bower
with only her fingers
to guide her:

all this deft weaving
at the back of the mind.


[non-dream free verse poem written during a heat wave when I was still living in New York City, in July 1994; revised & posted here in 2006; re-posted today (7-22-18) during a heat wave. BTW, that term "heat wave" is relative, since I've yet to experience heat here in CA as it can get back in NYC: barely tolerable. And though it gets warm here, as far as this old New York City person experiences it anyway, it's not all that awful. Photomorph "Last Weave of Fall" (10-20-16 002v2a) 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.