BORN INTO THE SKY (photo) & THE SONOGRAM (non-dream tanka) by Roswila

THE SONOGRAM

shadows pulse on the page
of notes for a nascent haiku
like a sonogram ...
why try to know it beforehand,
it'll be born in its own time


[non-dream tanka written 9-15-18. Photo "Born Into the Sky" (9-15-18 009v2) by Roswila; this is of only one section of a mural I pass sometimes on my long walks. If I felt safe getting out into the street I could get better shots. But I don't, so I stick to the grass at curbside. That's enough in itself to deal with for this mobility challenged old lady. I hasten to add, though, that I had a great time working to get the shots I took. To see another pic I snapped of a different section of the same mural, click here.

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.

AUTUMN EVE (photomorph) & EARLY MORNING IN FALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

EARLY MORNING IN FALL

Sunlight descends to my terrace
and spreads like fingers.
I settle on an arm of my couch
just within their golden reach
and practice on my flute.

Last yellow leaves on trees below
tremble, then tumble in a light breeze,
the morning moon a faint smudge.

Three men suddenly appear at the edge
of the street, as if conjured by the call
of my bamboo flute.

They amble companionably across
its dark abyss towards a "House for Sale."

Two are older, closer to my season
than the third, who is dressed to whistling
in white jeans, white sweatshirt,
white sneakers; his hair,
a brief embrace of dark.

My flute warbles plaintively.
Can he hear me, up here,
behind my glass terrace door?
Does he recognize my song?

All I want is someone
to slow dance with me,
in a room crowded
with other slow dancers

I wonder if his eyes match the dense dark
of his hair, or if, like the sky today,
shine cool and clear.

He speaks to his companions and waves
his hands like a baton, in sync
with the flutter of my deep
voiced flute:

All I want is someone
to slow dance with me

He purposely mounts the brick steps,
his flat butt barely re-filling
the seat of his white jeans
with each step.

He calls over his broad shoulder
to the other two men, his mouth
moving like mine against my flute:

All I want is someone

Three windows on the top floor
of the house glint in the sunlight
as if with barely contained delight.

He enters the doorway and disappears
into the dark, as smooth and vibrant
as the lowest tone of my flute:

All I want ...

I run out of breath
as he carefully shuts the door.

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[non-dream free verse poem written November 1989/rev. 1-02. Very old poem of mine. One I've always had a certain amount of affection for, but had trouble with, so put on the back-burner years ago. When I ran across it today, I found I can't, for the life of me, recall what any of the trouble I had with it was. So, I made some tiny tweaks. And for what it may be worth on this early fall day, here 'tis! Photomorph "Autumn Eve" (10-22-09 7717v4) 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.

AND THE WEAVE GOES ON (photo) & THE MASSAGE (non-dream tanka) by Roswila

THE MASSAGE

can my cranky mood
stand up to this gorgeous day
I don't think so
it's already beginning to take
a thorough but gentle pummeling


[non-dream tanka written 9-12-18. Yeah, sometimes it does feel like my bad moods fight to stay around, despite nice stuff going on. Guess it would be more accurate to say I tend to hold on to my crankies. But today was lovely out there and I just couldn't cling very long to my bearish mood, no matter how I kept going over the same upsetting stuff (while dealing with a lot of arthritic pain). Photo "And the Weave Goes On" (4-8-18 011v4) 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.

IN MEMORIUM: 9/11

Don't have time for a regular post, but need to acknowledge 9/11. I was living in New York City at the time and was fortunate in that I did not lose anyone close to me. However, the disaster had a profound effect on life there for a long time after and I'm sure still does now. I know I carry it with me still. When wild fires here in California turn the sky a certain color, or ash fall reaches us, I flash back to that awful day. Low flying planes make me anxious. And movie shots of the NYC skyline before the Towers were crashed ... But enough of me. I hope all those more personally and deeply effected by the attack have found healing and new life. (Roswila photo: 2-19-18 2705ev2)

COSMIC WINDS (photomorph) & THE BIRTH OF TRIPLETS (three dream images) by Roswila

THE BIRTH OF TRIPLETS

one:

she looks up laughing, almost bending over backwards
as she faces and openly accepts the drubbing the indoor
rain is giving her, even this pelting is better than
perpetual rejection, or worse yet, being totally
ignored as if not there at all


two:

the tired skeleton leans against the inside ledge of an
adobe window, its eye sockets even emptier than one
can imagine, its black leather jacket zipped tight
with the collar turned up high enough to almost hide
its garish jaw bones and teeth, as if against a cosmic
wind it senses coming


three:

the tabby kitten's head falls back and its mouth opens
as it slides into its umpteenth nap of the day on a couch
cushion, escaping the challenge of dealing with torrents
of indoor rain or the unknown winds of the void
outside the window


[all three images dreamed on 9-9-18. These dreams occurred in rapid succession. I woke up in the wee hours already recalling the first. I immediately fell back to sleep and the second image rose as I woke again. I momentarily thought I should make notes on these two, but fell back to sleep again and had that third dream, waking almost right away. (I know the timing because I checked my cell phone each time. Something I always do when I wake in the night.) I then stayed up and made notes on all three, thinking then as I do now, that I don't really "get" them. I do find the centrality of mouths in all three intriguing and, respectively, the water, wind, and then water and wind elements. I've always greatly enjoyed these sorts of surreal dream images, so if for only that I'm delighted to post them today. Decades ago, I remember reading somewhere that as we get older our dreams tend to become more "realistic," and at that time I felt a bit sad at that thought as I'd always liked my nightly surreal dreams. And this turning toward "realism" has proven to be true, at least for me, and I am a bit sad about it. Actually, as I look back, it was one of the earliest "symptoms" of "old age" for me. Photomorph "Cosmic Winds" (8-17-18 008v8c) 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.

DANCING ON LIGHT (photomorph) & POST HOC VALENTINE (revised) (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

A POST HOC VALENTINE
(revised)

do not offer me all of you
for I will not pretend
to give you all of me

better we flee this fantasy
of fixed selves
stuffed with parroted ideals
and wrapped up tightly
in pretty words
and sentimental tears

let's not waste
what time we may have
to stand in each other's light
driving nails
through the hem
of the fleeting


[non-dream free verse poem written 2-18-14, and revised/posted today 9-9-18. Had no viable dream recall last night and nothing else anywhere near ready for posting, so I went wandering through my old non-dream poems. This title jumped out at me, and as I read this old poem, revisions also jumped out. Nothing major, in the sense that what I'm trying to say in the poem hasn't been modified. But the words I've used to attempt to get it across, have been changed in several places. For some reason, I did not want to nor did I mess with the line breaks, i.e., the ultimate visual shape of the poem. Photomorph "Dancing on Light" (8-17-18 008v5a) 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.