DANCE OF MOURNING (photomorph) & BEARING UP (dream) by Roswila

BEARING UP

I’ve been permitted to, nay, required to observe
this legal proceeding; at first, I think that the
middle-aged, dark-haired man is being accused
of some transgression that is going to get him
disbarred; all the legal papers carry the symbol
of a bear and there’s a tremendous amount of jaw
boning and paper shuffling (and little reading),
with nothing being given any sort of justice:
the accused’s case does not seem to change or
clarify one whit; then the judge demands silence,
there are many more folk in the shadows than I’d
been aware of, no wonder all the fuss and crackling
tension as he holds up a bound sheaf of papers,
a thick legal writ he’s been paging through; it’s
very old, released in the 1950’s (dust and tiny bits
of crumbling paper flitter from it’s green-gold
cover as he lifts it up for viewing); it’s the record
and results of the determination of the accused’s
case, i.e., how he was declared guilty and disbarred
(ah! I realize, today is a re-trial); the judge then
firmly proclaims his decision, a reversal of that
ancient verdict: the no-longer accused can practice
his trade skill again; I see how relieved and grateful
the no-longer accused is, but think rather sardonically:
now all that’s left to be done is to reverse the life-long
chain of consequences he’s had to bear for that
totally wrong-minded verdict


[last dream of 8-28-19. This is the dream I mentioned in my comments to yesterday’s post. The second of two dreams that bookended the dreams of 8-28-19. There’s a pun in this one that may not come across. I only became aware of it myself when I wrote the last line. That “bear” image at the beginning, and that “bear”ing of a life-long burden referred to at the end. Put another way, I think that bear symbol at the start was a visual representation, a foreshadowing, if you will, of the weighty endurance referenced at the end. (In a humorous and all too real vein, I can hear the expression “cross as an old bear” in the dream’s beginning.) Additionally, in my comments to yesterday's post I mentioned how my father had secretly blamed my brother for our mother's early death. That must have been a terrible, unconscious burden that my brother bore all his life. I could go on endlessly here, but will let it rest. So much was stirred up by these two dreams, that I’ll be dealing with the fallout for some time to come. Photomorph “Dance of Mourning” (Archival Pix 6-12-09 2147v2[3]) 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]
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