SPRING MELT (photomorph) & THIS OLD BODY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

THIS OLD BODY

Oh, so lovely! heat that’s not artificial,
not tightly contained behind walls and windows,
but riding openly on puffs of wind, scented
faintly by early blossoms; even the sound
of tires whirring by on the distant street’s
welcome, more a shushing that seems to say,
gently, like a mother or lover in one’s ear:
wake up, it’s a beautiful day --
and the senses have lapped all this up
even before the mind checked in:
this old body’s not so slow after all!


[non-dream, free verse poem written 3-18-19. A rather meh poem even for my basically mediocre writing. However, the urge to "document" the experience outweighs my judgment of it, so here 'tis. BTW, I can say the same about the photo of mine I chose to go with it. Ah well, I often wonder if I even need to make apologies for my work, given that it's extremely doubtful that more than one or two people ever even visit this blog. Hm, as I typed that I thought "but I always stand exposed in front of myself, just the same." That desire to do better and failing, is quite the hair shirt to live with at times. Photomorph “Spring Melt” (6-28-09 2982e) 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.

NO REST FOR THE WEARY (photomorph) & SEEKING A HOME (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

SEEKING A HOME

my brother, a young adult, healthy,
and confident as I don’t ever recall him
actually being, his long dark blond braid
falling down the front of his denim jacket,
looks away from me as if towards some future
I can’t see, saying as he takes one step backwards:
“I’m way too isolated now;” and, somehow, I understand,
though we’ve never talked about this before nor would
I have ever thought it of him; then he adds “I’m going
to buy myself a house of my own,” and this is even
stranger, the implication being he’ll live in it alone
and be very happy to! and yet, and yet, I almost
envy him that aloneness, contained as need be
and always sheltered, free to move around,
no roommates getting in his way or making
messes or demanding attention at the most
inopportune of times: a space complete
unto itself, uninvaded, untrammeled,
but open to visitors at chosen times,
and always to the sunlight that, off
and on, splits the shadows open


[free verse poem on a dream of 3-23-19. My younger brother died in December of 2013. He’s been showing up in my dreams a lot recently, and in my thoughts. He usually wore his hair somewhat long. But it was pure white before he died, as it had been for many years -- as mine has been, and it’s also been quite long. And he was always a highly anxious person -- that I’ve finally accepted in recent years, I have always been, too. Yes, this dream is at least as much about myself as it is about him. Photomorph “No Rest for the Weary” (Screenshots 2-15-19[2]) 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.

WORLD WITHOUT SUN (photomorph) & "lullabye for Earth" (non-dream, scifaiku or senryu) by Roswila

lullabye for Earth

keep turning the sun will come ‘round again


[a scifaiku (non-dream) written 4-3-19. This can also be read more simply as a senryu: an image/comment on the human condition. Don’t think in either case it’s any great shakes. But it just blurted into my mind as I was sitting in the glorious sunlight and beginning to feel life is a possible thing so wanted to share it. BTW, there are differing opinions as to whether a scifaiku (or haiku) should/can be titled. I come down on the “no” side. However, in this instance the title adds something needed. 😊 Maybe I’m just being lazy, and could turn it into a full-on, 3-liner, incorporating the title. Then again, I like the monoku (one line) form, so I’ve left it as is. Photomorph “World Without Sun” (Old Pix/5-25-09 1726v13d) 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 WAY OUT (photo) & IT'S ALL A DANCE IN WHICH I BRING UP THE REAR (two dreams) by Roswila

IT’S ALL A DANCE
IN WHICH I BRING UP THE REAR

dream one:

my younger woman friend and I look for the ballet
class we’ve arrived on time to take; the dark wood
hallway is long and narrow with doorways to rehearsal
room after rehearsal room lining it down one side;
the younger man who’d said he’d be our teacher
hurries up to us as we open the door to a third room
trying try to find our class; his impatience is obvious
(though he clearly thinks he’s hiding it)
as he tells us to wait, that he will get to us;
then I can’t find my woman friend and go back
to opening doors, this time to locate her,
and, lo and behold, she’s already
in a class being taught by the young man
who’d told us to wait for him; my immediate
reaction is to feel rejected, but then I wonder
if I’d just misunderstood what was going on
(it wouldn’t be the first time…)


dream two:

two younger men and I are good friends,
attending a community meeting together;
elections for president of this organization
are coming up and rather than go through
a lengthy (and in past election times,
fruitless) process, the “powers that be”
call for someone to volunteer: though,
in reality, it’s common knowledge
that the last person standing is the one
who’ll get “volunteered;” my two friends
and I suddenly realize we’re the only three
left in the meeting room, as everyone else
has scattered like a big wind, instantly
(the presidency is well-known to be an odious job);
my two men friends leap out the wide door way
in twin grand jetés,* with their front legs arched
(I think of Lipizzaner stallions in mid-leap**);
I don’t let myself take the time to wallow
in feeling inferior and incapable
(which would be my usual reaction),
and even before they land gracefully,
I follow their lead; voila! I, too, make it
out through the doorway, “un-volunteered”
and in a fair grand jeté of my own,
that nicely echoes the shapes of their leaps
into the dark hallway


[two dreams from 4-1-19. * grand jeté = a ballet jump in which a dancer springs from one foot to land on the other with one leg forward of their body and the other stretched backward while in the air. ** A Lipizzaner stallion leaping:



Link to Information on Lipizzaners. The thought of these horses did actually enter the dream; I have always loved horses. And something else I love: as a child I not only very much wanted to become a ballerina, but took ballet classes from the time I was about 8 years old until I was almost 13. I only quit because the students in the new, “upper crust” school my parents switched me to, totally intimidated me. BTW, I can’t say whether my blog break is over or not. Maybe I’m just developing a different pattern of posting? Photo “The Way Out” (Old Pix-10 2824e) 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.

DARK SUN (photomorph) & THE WALL (very old dream) by Roswila

THE WALL
(an extremely old dream
recently recalled)

Dad and Grandma take me to visit
my Godmother, a semi-cloistered
nun, my mother’s best friend of many
years past, whom I’ve never met; I sense
they do this to support me during this
loose-ends time after my Mama’s death,
but all I feel is that light nausea I only
learned to label anxiety decades later; we
approach a long pale brick wall about 10
feet high, along a sidewalk that has a single
small square window and no doors; as we
near the window I imagine the other side
filled with a greening spring garden
through which my Godmother and other
nuns meditatively pace, and I wonder if she
will come to the little window, slide it open
as quietly and reverently as she wanders
the garden and speak to me; and then I am
alone on the sidewalk looking first in one
direction along the wall and then the other
for my father and grandmother, and the
little window, all of which have vanished,
leaving me yearning to know, if indeed,
there is anything at all on the other
side of this long pale wall

[As to the break I was on from blogging, I still pretty much am. Just wanted to post this: a very old dream that is biographical in its details, but for the vanishings and (maybe) the wall. I can’t recall actually talking with my Godmother. I do clearly remember the car trip to see her, and a “window” through which we were to talk, not to mention the vague nausea. I was 10 at the time, which is interesting given the height of the wall in the dream was 10 feet. The recall of this dream/memory surfaced during a T.V. show I was watching two nights ago, in which there were several nuns in traditional, “penguin” habits. I can’t with any certainty pin down when I had the dream, but there’s something about the feeling as I sat with it and let it surface that makes me suspect it would have been somewhere in my late twenties to mid-thirties. An extremely troubled time in my life. Only matched by these past few months. BTW, yes, the other side of this wall can be read as symbolizing death. But I also relate to it as the very real, recurrent yearning I have during deeply troubled times, for a spiritual faith. A faith from which I have always ultimately felt walled-off. (BTW, just for this record I remember having been told that my Godmother's name before becoming a nun was Anne.) Photomorph “Dark Sun” (7-11-09 3700ev2) by Roswila]

In a totally unrelated vein: Have fun! It’s APRIL FOOL’S DAY! (I received a delightful video spoof sent out to the haiku community by some of its bright lights.)

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.