THE DRIP GOES ON (photomorph) & [untitled] (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

"shoo fly, don't bother me..."
it's not me you want anyway,
you're only after my dripping
ice cream cone; go find another
woman's sweet treat to dive
into and leave me in peace


[non-dream free verse poem written 11-9-18. And, yes, I became aware of the sexual allusion in this as I was writing it. It gave me quite a wry laugh. Initially, this was just about a very annoying and persistent fly after my ice cream. Photomorph "The Drip Goes On" (2985v4x) 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.

OUT OF THE DARK (photo) & ON THE T.V. NEWS (non-dream tanka) by Roswila

the long cortege for
a sheriff killed in yet another
mass shooting rolls
silently down the thruway
(but who grieves for the shooter)


[non-dream tanka written 11-8-18. On this blog is about the only place I can express concern for the shooter without generating a lot of "Who cares!?!" or "What about those who were killed and wounded!?!" As if one can't feel pain for both the victims and the shooter. Especially today's shooter: a Marine veteran. Who of us is so whole and healed that we might not shatter or blow apart under certain circumstances? That's not meant as justification for the horrific act, just an expression of compassion. And deep sorrow ... for all the killed and wounded, even the perpetrator. Photo "Out of the Dark" (8-16-09 5612v4a) 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.

FULL CUP (photo) & FRAGILE DANCER (dream tanka series) by Roswila

FRAGILE DANCER

it's almost as if
we'd elected her to have
an affair with him,
we were all so certain, way
before the fact, that she would

I stand next to her,
this tiny blonde wannabe dancer,
a disturbing thought
buzzing around along with my
concern for her well being

she'd seemed committed
to her marriage, no matter
the clear attraction
between her and that Don Juan
of our group's dance project

what tipped her, ass over
tea kettle, into cheating?
a fine china cup
giving up to his rough lips
to be greedily slurped from

had our assumptions,
glaring through her translucence,
overly heated her
until she broke and, as the cliché
goes, melted into his arms


[tanka series on a dream of 11-6-18. No clear reaction to this one. (I do find that opening reference to "elected" amusing, given yesterday was mid-term election day here in the USA.) But as I'm typing this, I wonder if part of its "message" is that I really need to be careful what I keep thinking. Or I may talk myself into it. Not necessarily an affair, but what I "swallow," i.e. believe. It also raises an old issue I'd pretty much felt I'd finally adjusted to and accepted: my empathy -- that reference to translucence. Empathy not just in that sense of knowing what another person feels, but actually feeling it in one's own body. This dream is reminding me that avoiding having to deal with that recently resurgent, very agitating, overly empathic tendency, is a big part of why I've been isolating these past few months. Yeah, it was (very tactfully) once suggested that this empathy of mine might be a form of paranoia. True or not, the upshot is, it can become intolerable. (I'd accept calling it an aspect of my intense imagination more readily than it being labeled paranoia. :-D) Photo "Full Cup" (8-16-09 5605ev2b) 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 TREE'S BEARD (photomorph) & DREAM NOIR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

DREAM NOIR

okay, okay, let's see if a dream poem
can be worked up from a careful review
of last night's darkly theatrical production:

she won't give up and it makes a certain
amount of sense as he keeps leading
her on: literally, striding along ahead of
her as she scuttles furiously right behind
through the dark, while he continues
to address her over his wide, if boney,
shoulders, insisting by an echoing
underlying tone in his attitude,
but not by his words or actions,
that they are not and will
not be lovers

then there's that other man, hiding his
clearly secretive motives (is "clearly
secretive" an oxymoron?) behind an
appropriately theatrical beard; LOL!
why doesn't he dispense with the upkeep
of all that facial hair and just use that woman
as his "beard," this anxious gal he talks down
to (again, literally, he's much taller than
she is), after all, she's with him
all the time

the third man in this soon to open new play's
still rather hazy in aspect, all he may have to
recommend him during this run through, and
generate some interest on the part of a
rather old, if mildly talented female cast
mate: his willingness to act in the show
at all may reveal the courage to be
creatively expressive

and finally, but somehow not making an end
to any of it, there's the dream "I,"* who's been
slipping and sliding silently back and forth
between these three scenarios, an integral
part of them each and yet as distant
and cool as a full moon hidden
in the wings of night
by a curtain of fog


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-5-18. * I use the term "dream I," or more often, "observing I," to indicate that as I'm dreaming I'm well aware of watching from a -- shall I call it -- disembodied place, all that's going on, but not taking part in it. This is an ever so vague experience of dream lucidity. BTW, although lucid dreams are said to be sometimes controllable, I've only done that once in several decades of varying degrees (infrequent at that) of lucidity. And was quite disappointed as the dream simply dissipated, almost popping like a balloon, when I controlled it. Also, as I've not pointed out here in some time, I come from a theatre family (my father was a singer, his parents were in Vaudeville, etc.), so theatre imagery in dreams/poems always puts me on the alert to some heavy influence from my past and/or my family's past. In this dream/poem it's an intense mix of both my present life and my history/ancestry. Further re: theatre imagery, I also "perform" my poetry and read occasionally in staged readings of plays. The upshot? Now that I've finished this poem I keep thinking of that Shakespearean quote I've shared in comments here before: "All the world's a stage. And all the men and women merely players." LOL... that just set me off associating to a non-theatrical usage of the word "player," like those first two men in this dream/poem. Photomorph "The Tree's Beard" (8-1-17 002v4) by Roswila; this is one of those pix of mine that looks better in a larger version, so if you'd like, just click on the image to see the many little details.]

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.

COSMIC HONEYCOMB (photomorph) & SORTING BEES: a dream about drones (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

SORTING BEES
(a dream about drones)

"all sorts of bees to be sorted ..."
hm, rhymes and puns abound
in that one short opening line,
while the single word "bees"
itself is abuzz with meaning
and my associations to it;
and just like this opening to
a poem, the dream hung me
up from the beginning: why
am I sorting these bees into
piles, and then further into
groups of clear glass jars? see
how they're lined up against
the baseboard of the wall along
one side of the room in a growing
stash of jars filled with agitator
bees, the less likable but also
the stronger and larger workers
of the Queendom (get it? bees
have Queens, not Kings), while
on the other side of the room,
jars of the gentler natured,
small and round bodied bees
(but have no doubt, they too,
can sting) begin to abound;
ooops! that jar's got a mix
of the two types in it, I'd better
get busy (another echo of a bee
association) re-sorting that
chock full jar of wriggling
worker bees; even if I find
the rather larva-like aspect of
the pale, fleshy agitator bees
a bit repulsive, I'll manage
to complete all this sorting,
but I still don't understand
why I'm being such a
compulsive Capricorn and
organizing all these drones
of mine to begin with:
why can't I just leave them
to buzz around in the back
of my bonnet (so to speak),
as they will?


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-4-18. Given the dream/poem posted yesterday, I'm pretty certain all these bees represent the war of thoughts in my mind these days. (Drones -- the weapon -- were a large part of that previous dream.) In a way, though, my dreaming mind's reduction of the war drones to a more manageable type is encouraging. Maybe that's the point: I need to get perspective. I hasten to add that outing/organizing the bees/thoughts is also important (even if -- as I do in the dream's end -- I wish I could just leave them unconscious), as well as making distinctions between them. Photomorph "Cosmic Honeycomb" (8-1-17 002v3a) 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.

DANGEROUS SKIES (photomorph) & IN THE AIR (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

IN THE AIR

alien looking air craft of all sizes glint sharply
as they roar through the fall sunlight, while
drones swoop around and between them, some
attacking, some defending the flyers, as air-to-air
missiles add to the noxious mix, mostly missing
any target but for an occasional ear shattering
explosion, like that one just now that's knocked
a Rube Goldberg-esque flying machine out
of the sky as if with a single finger flick;
damn it all! is it another war? will this air
engagement inevitably come down to earth
and flatten everything before it's even known
who or what the combatants are, and why
they're fighting? as they weave and roll in
the cool blue sky, shoot and more often miss,
one could even see it as a video game and
with as little consequence were it not for
the implications of this pile of mangled metal
that once flew skillfully, brought down to earth
by a missile, its wreckage smashing a small
rural town, the inextricable mix of remains
still steaming like a sacrifice in an
ancient change of season ritual


[free verse poem on a dream of 11-2-18. * Rube Goldberg machine. Photomorph "Dangerous Skies" (7-31-17 003v4) 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.