WEAVING THE CANOPY (photo) & THIS COMPELLING NEED (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

THIS COMPELLING NEED

why this compelling need to share with even one
other human being? why isn't it enough to simply
hold the beauty of these realizations and pains,
discoveries and losses, births and death, right here,
within their home inside one's self, their nature
being that of perception and not some immutable
and measurable objective reality, as we cling to
believing they are? I leave these questions alone
for now (they will return like haunting aromas,
they always do, witness this attempt at a poem),
and remain on my all too objective butt in this hard
plastic chair under the advance of the setting sun,
yearning to be heard out empathically -- some
other's soft but sure presence sparked by recalled
and similar perceptions of their own -- as we
extrude a spider silk thread of connection
between us:
a shimmering ghost,
an ephemeral liana,
flickering in the passing
of sunlight and shadow


[non-dream free verse poem written 8-29-18. Photo "Weaving the Canopy" (9-15-16 008v3) 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.

STURGEON FULL MOON (photomorph) & ...AND HAVING WRIT... (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

...AND HAVING WRIT...

intro:

the full moon almost always puts the kibosh
on my dream recall, but this Sturgeon
Moon's advent and (now) presence
has streamed through recent nights
trailing dreams that don't close
over like invaded water
erasing everything but
impress themselves
in memory long
enough to see
and feel like
footprints
in wet
sand


the dream:

the small city's buildings have nothing on
my old home town of New York City's sky
scrapers, but this is hardly relevant from
the human standpoint as I stand on
the sidewalk, and crane my
neck up and to the left --

above and across the length of the low
skyline curls what can only be called
a tsunami, hanging like a video on
pause, long enough for me to freeze
the rising panic threatening to flood
me before this gravity defying ocean's
monster fingers fracture
the sleeping city

as I turn to run I realize how much
this massive wave looks like an old
Japanese brush painting on which
a haiku has been calligraphed,
over and over, in a single
black towering line:

and
having
writ
the
fingers
move
on


[free verse poem on a dream of 8-27-18. Yes, that last line/stanza is almost a direct quote from Omar Khayyam's writing. Though in the dream I only knew it's what I saw, not it's source. As to that verticality: it is how Japanese characters are actually brush written/drawn and how they were imagined in the dream. BTW, the Japanese art referenced in the dream is called a haiga: a haiku on a brush painting. Photomorph "Sturgeon Full Moon" (5-13-18 034v2s) 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.

RISING WITH THE BEAT (photomorph) & WISH FULFILMENT? VANITY? WHO KNOWS... (narrative on two dreams) by Roswila

WISH FULFILMENT? VANITY? WHO KNOWS ...

dream one:

I've been invited to try out for a part in a big screen movie
based on my pretty face -- and most certainly not my age
and weight, which numbers are as high
as they are in waking life

the response to the casting call is humongous, the venue
for the auditions is the size of an air plane hanger,
there are so many people milling about with no
signs or organization whatsoever that I'm
shocked when a producer walks right up
to me, clearly recognizing me

he's delighted to find me here and says he looks forward
to working together on the movie, he takes my face
between his hands, a smile on his own as he looks
closely at me, mumbling that the picture
he'd seen didn't do me justice

then he asks what make-up I use and I say none at all,
not in a great many years, he smiles and says good,
that he should have realized that, then adds that
I will be wearing make-up for the movie, but
only as protection from the harsh klieg
lights and artificial weather elements


dream two:

I have a slew of little drums, none bigger than
my own hands, and have lots of fun playing
them by myself like a kindergarten kid
surrounded by empty cereal boxes and
other containers that echo nicely
when thumped on

then a vague female friend enters, encouraging me
to try out larger drums; a male friend of hers
-- a professional drummer -- comes up to us
just as I start tentatively tapping at the
tight skin head of a djembe* that has
manifested out of nowhere

it's an unusual djembe, in some ways much like
a doumbek, and it has a rim that curves up
and out for a few inches, shaped of egg shell
white plastic to resemble carved elephant
horn, in a large loopy-lace pattern

I have a delightful time as I drum, despite being
acutely aware of the attractive professional
drummer watching me closely as I try out
different beats and even get some high
tinkling bell tones by hitting the rim
"lace" just right -- fast and brief

I then take full command of the drum by sitting
down and wrapping my legs around it so I can
get a better whaling-purchase on the head;
the guy comments in a positive way to his
woman friend, who stands watching
us both from a distance

I still feel vaguely apologetic as I don't drum in any
established patterns -- I just make them up as I
go along -- and he is a trained musician, but it
feels so good in my torso, bones, hands,
ears, and in some deeper place in my
blood, to be doing this again:
it's been way too long


[narrative on two dreams of 8-22-18. Much like yesterday's post, I'm tempted to say this is "much ado about nothing." Or at least about very little. As I edited it all this morning I was struck by the contrast between big and small. Don't know what to make of that, but will think on it. The first dream is quite a puzzlement. Other than my yearning still to be considered attractive. Hm, it just hits me: maybe also the sense I'm no longer starring in my own movie. Is there even a role for me anymore in this life? Even if only for something as unimportant as a pretty face. (Yeah, I've been in a rather down mood for some time.) However, I've had many drumming dreams over the past 30 or so years, but none recently that I recall. I used to do some "improv" drumming "back in the day." Never owned, but drummed on many a *djembe. I had a doumbek at one time, and still have a large frame drum, but haven't played it in probably 8 years. Also have a large Udu drum just gathering dust in my closet in the strapped carrying case I crocheted for it years ago. I'm beginning to get a sense of these dreams: I don't feel as if I'm in my own life anymore, nor is what I love in it. Maybe simplistically put, but it does say it. Ah! A contrast between the two dreams hits me: the first is about how things look, the second about how they feel. The first, outer oriented, the second inner. Or, the first about how I've been perceived (what others project on to me?), and the second on what I have and still want to experience and do. Ack, this is one of those jam packed, complicated nights of dreams I may never satisfactorily untangle from its protective metaphors. Photomorph "Rising With the Beat" (7-28-09 4466v2k) 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.

WARRIOR MOON (photomorph) & NEAT AND NICE, OR NO (narrative on two dreams) by Roswila

NEAT AND NICE, OR NO

Incubation:*

a desperately intense yet very unspecific call
to her dreams for help during this physically
and emotionally pain-filled time, as she turns
over on to her left side to fall asleep


Dream One:

sheets of white paper with bolded text hang messily
in the air before her, pages she feels compelled to
organize, right now! leases and other legal documents
relating to the successful search for her new house
hovering over to the left a short walk away;
she'd hoped never to have to go again on a real
estate hunt like the one she's just completed, and
even more so, not ever to deal again with the
condescension of her omnipresent boss floating
as always in the air off to her right


Dream Two:

she's trying to find out where to hang her coat in a
large office she's just started working in; there's no
arrangement made for this and she searches until she
finds an out of the way space in a dark wood paneled
corner perfect for a rack that would accommodate
many coats; when she tells her new boss about this
she's instantly and rudely dismissed; clearly its nothing
of import to the powers that be, or maybe it's just her
temerity as a brand spanking new employee in
raising this issue that's the problem, leaving her
to wonder how she'll cope with the inevitability
of a rumpled coat


Waking Conclusion:

two odd responses that she quickly judges uninteresting,
bland, lacking the impact that any sort of answer to a call
for help should have ... then, smack dab in the middle
of her dark mood, a light bulb goes off: are these dreams
saying she's looking in the wrong direction, focusing
on the small potatoes of neatness, and her yearning
to be treated nicely, rather than the much bigger,
encompassing -- even precipitating -- situations?
should she instead be taking up full residence in the new
home of her constantly changing life as she applies
herself to the work that this requires,
neat and nice, or no?


[narrative on a dream of 8-13-18. *"Dream incubation is a practiced technique of learning to 'plant a seed' in the mind, in order for a specific dream topic to occur, either for recreation or to attempt to solve a problem" (from Wikipedia). I've practiced dream incubation, on and off, for decades. It's much like going to one of my Tarot decks for assistance or clarification. BTW, this is the dream narrative I mentioned in the comments to my post of 8-19-18. And I have very mixed feelings about posting it. It seems to be a lot of talk about very little, at least on today's reading. But, then again, the full moon is just in today (Sturgeon Moon) and it's making me crazier than usual, so I'm not going to pay attention to that negative reaction to this dream narrative. And let the chips (moonbeams?) fall where they may. Photomorph "Warrior Moon" (7-28-09 4458v7b) 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.

* * * *

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.