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Saturday, August 18, 2018

THE NEST (photo) & "an alien's nest ..." (scifaiku) by Roswila


an alien's nest
rooting in my tired breast
I'm too old for this


[scifaiku written 8-18-18. A scifaiku is a haiku-like form with a science fiction, horror, or cosmological theme. This one was inspired by my accompanying photo: "The Nest" (8-17-18 017v2)]

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.

Friday, August 17, 2018

OMPHALOS (photomorph) & BELLY DANCING REDUX (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BELLY DANCING REDUX

belly dancers share their artistry
again in dreams, images trailing
memories of years when I was not only
a fan but briefly studied this ancient
celebration of the female form and its
ability to give birth, memories with
entangling emotions almost as profuse
as the long fronds of this dancing willow
draping its languid, light brown belly
like the teasing of veils, the willow's
trunk vaguely suggesting the rounded
lines of a belly dancer, and the omphalos-
like dimple at the center winking in
and out of shadow, opening and closing
in response to life's alternating gift
of light ... then dark ... then light


[non-dream free verse poem written 8-9-18. *"omphalos" -- "a rounded stone (especially that at Delphi [of the famous oracle]) representing the navel of the earth in ancient Greek mythology" (from Wikipedia). This poem was inspired by stumbling across an earlier version of the accompanying pic of mine. BTW, yes, this poem is basically a run-on sentence the way I've punctuated and laid it out. But I hope it can still be followed by a reader. Photomorph "Omphalos" (3-25-17 010v4) 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.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

MIDNIGHT IN THE SCRIPTORIUM (photomorph) & COHORTS OF THE SUN (dream inspired free verse poem) by Roswila


COHORTS OF THE SUN

the tide's cresting on a backward
swing these days, intense daytime
recall of people floating up from the deep
ocean of the long gone and facing
me as if sugar wouldn't melt in their mouths;
while later, the dreams that people
the night plummet like lead sinkers
leaving no imprint on
the sea's turbulent surface;
of the two, give me the dreams
any day (rather, any night)
at least I can make poetry (of a sort)
from them; it's true the dreams no longer
look or feel the same in daylight
as they did at night, still
there's a pleasure in them all,
even the painful ones dancing
like Zorba the Greek
on the beach of the page;
but these harsh daytime memories, bah!
how I wish that poems would crest as readily
with their rise as they do with dreams,
making these messy cohorts of the sun
more amenable to the music of change


[Free verse poem inspired by a decrease in dream recall and an increase in waking, old memories, written & posted 9-13-15 -- re-posted 8-14-18 (with a wee bit of tweaking). In a way, it was a relief to run across this old poem as it exactly addresses what I've been going through for many months now. But also, of course, sad. I read somewhere many years ago that getting into one's dotage can negatively impact dream recall. I'd hoped I'd escape that given my life-long romance with night dreams. But aging is aging and the brain does what it does. And I've not lost all recall and do still have an occasional night of very well-remembered dreams. Usually, however, it's goes like last night: I'm acutely aware of dreaming/having dreamed and even have some extremely vague recall that is often not very compelling to either think or write about. E.g., the only image I'm left with from last night's dreams is that of trying to organize the paper records of a search for the right or better new home/house. The important thing seemed to be the papers. I could see them clearly: black font on white pages. And there was something in my boss's attitude implying I was wanting too much. I.e., who was I, just a "lowly" office worker, to be expecting a better home. And all this had happened before, was all too familiar. Oh, tell a lie! There was also something else about trying to get a boss in my new office to assign a clear area where I and others can hang our coats. She denied my request. Making it clear it was too much to ask, even though I'd identified an out of the way area that would accommodate a lot of coats. Hm, these two dream fragments could actually be worked up into poems. (Were they actually part of one dream?) Especially the second one. So maybe the "lack of recall" I've been complaining about would be more aptly called a "lack of interest and energy." As now that I've typed those notes about the vague dream recall from last night, I'm encouraged to work them up into poems.) Photo "Midnight in the Scriptorium" (4-13-18 018v2) & Poem 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.

Monday, August 13, 2018

SHE CONTEMPLATES HER NEXT MOVE (photomorph) & BRIDGE GAME (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


BRIDGE GAME

four unselfconsciously lovely
elderly ladies play bridge
in golden afternoon light

like mythic goddesses
they carefully place or playfully drop
bits of universes here and there,
even as they reclaim others
to create a winning hand

but there can be no losers
where beauty paired with brains abounds


[non-dream free verse poem written 7-9-18. Oh well, it was well intentioned, if only resulting in a "meh" poem. These ladies are neighbors in the retirement community I live in. (Yeah, I've been doing some complaining recently that my poems aren't up to snuff these days. But maybe I had a somewhat grandiose idea of what my poems have been like in the past? And, in truth, I'm only now "getting real" about my self assessment? I've said for many, many years that I think all my artistic efforts are basically massively mediocre. Maybe I'm only now really getting the truth in that. BTW, there's nothing wrong with being mediocre. It only stings if one has had [in my case, denied] pretensions to anything more.) Photomorph "She Contemplates Her Next Move" (11-2-17 011v2e) 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.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

UNDER AN ACID RAIN (photomorph) & "forget what they say..." (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


forget what they say
and forget what they don't say
that swirls like acid fog:
truth inheres neither in speech nor silence
but in the clarity of an action


[non-dream tanka written 8-12-18. Another "meh" bit of writing. Too preachy. Well, if I stop trying to understand it as a poem, it's not quite as disappointing. But where, oh where, has my little bit of poetic talent (if you will) gone? Most everything seems to come out in the voice of a preacher these days. Not by definition a bad thing, but if the writing, too, isn't up to snuff, it makes for a pretty poor piece. Photomorph "Under An Acid Rain" (4-13-18 010v2a) 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.