Roswila's Dream & Poetry Realm

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Friday, January 11, 2019

SOLITARY (photo) & WHAT.YOU.DO. (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


WHAT.YOU.DO.

is it better never to have known the enemy’s name,
or that it’s the motivating power beneath just about
everything: and in this most cynical of times one might
even argue for deleting “just about”

for the only energy around at all now (in tsunamis
of diminishing returns) is the twisting of desire
when it becomes intolerable, and lurid lack takes
the bit in its teeth, racing off over the sharp-edged
ship wrecks and cacophonous skeletons of ancient
territory grasping after what never has been
granted or obtained (or stolen outright),
and never will be

yes, there’s that small, vaguely human voice that will
ultimately whisper (trembling as if at its temerity
in challenging history), while habituation blows
its fragile words away as soon as they appear:

Accept this all.
Accept even this unacceptance.

It’s.what.
you.do.


[non-dream free verse poem written 1-10-19. Photo “Solitary” (in 2012 folder, or earlier) by Roswila]


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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.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

SEASON OF THE SAMURAI (photomorph) & AN END TO THE DREAM (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


AN END TO THE DREAM

she’s begun to wonder if this endlessly
convoluted and painfilled dream of being
human is almost over at last; if maybe, just
maybe, she’ll wake soon to an ancient oak
playing with her rise and fall through its leafy
branches, welcoming her home to her true
nature from which she’d been so rudely
yanked, long ago: she, once again,
the tree’s gossamer winged dryad*,
its fiercely protective fairy


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-8-19. *Dryad: in ancient Greek mythology, a fairy who lived in an oak tree. I’ve known of this mythology for a great many years but was only just now reminded on googling that they were said to be very shy of other creatures, except for the Goddess Artemis: I’d named my new computer Artemis days before I had this dream! I'm rather consistently surprised at how unconscious memory influences us (both consciously and unconsciously :-D). Add to that how anytime we recall something, that memory gets morphed a bit, and mental and emotional life becomes even more intriguing to me. However do we maintain any sense of continuity? Maybe that's just it: by constantly recreating it. Hm... Photomorph “Season of the Samurai” [in a 2012 folder of mine, or older] by Roswila]

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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.

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

THE SPINE OF THE NIGHT (photomorph) & A DEVILISH YEARNING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


A DEVILISH YEARNING

that sense of being bad, of some
transgression having been willfully
made: yes, that would be far more
welcome than this bland
slide to nowhere

oh, the odd protest slips out here or a hand
slaps the icy decline in anger there

but nothing new limns the landscape and nothing
much ever did, except for the ice sculptures
that youth managed somehow to hew
in a few of the more startling curves

yes, surprising curves still appear around many
a corner begging a shaping but youth’s long
since turned to fragile hoar frost

leaving only the yearning for a little
devilish heat


[free verse poem inspired by a dream fragment of 1-8-19. Photomorph, re-post of “The Spine of the Night” (in a 2012 folder, or earlier) by Roswila]

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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, January 08, 2019

BIG, GREEN, AND PROUD OF IT (photo) & "the slim, dark young man..." (tanka on a dream) by Roswila


the slim, dark young man
rolls on top of me snarking
“Look, a bouncy house!”
how rude: if he doesn't like the
Rubenesque, then why clamber aboard


[tanka based on a dream of 1-7-19. Photo “Big, Green, and Proud of It” (re-post from my photo blog, original in a 2011 folder, or earlier) 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.