SPINNING OUT (photomorph) & IT'S IN THE CARDS (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila]

IT’S IN THE CARDS

“The Lady of Two Suits”
-- the woman I once was --
walks off with the young guy who
will be her last boyfriend, forsaking
me in a car’s passenger seat

the person driving?
an unknown, younger black man
who’s overly chatty
and rather nosy, his resemblance to
someone I don’t like … unnerving

and he knows too much
about my planned activities:
classes I’m taking
and even the one I’m to teach tonight
… if we survive his distracted driving

the night gets darker as he almost squashes us
between a low wall and a big rig’s huge wheel

phew! the “wheel of fortune” rumbles on,
leaving me in a nauseating spin of my own


[three tanka and 2 two-liners on a dream of 4-11-19. This dream is bookended by implied Tarot card references. The one in the first line would be a huge stretch if I weren’t such a Tarotphile 😊. BTW, I associate the “two suits” to cups/water and wands/fire. (It’s a long story, too much to go into here, having to do with Jung’s personality typology.) However, I don’t think the Tarot suits need to be identified to be meaningful. I have always been “of two minds” about most of the important things in life. And these “two suits” can also be read most basically as conscious and unconscious. The image in the ending two lines is more readily graspable as there is a Major Arcana in the Tarot called “The Wheel of Fortune” that is most often illustrated with some sort of wheel. Photomorph “Spinning Out’ (screenshots 2-9-10[6]) 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.

NO SUCH THING AS A STRAIGHT LINE (photomorph) & WHERE'S THE LINE (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila

WHERE’S THE LINE

“eighteen.twenty-five”
pops up in the email: a great
price for a man’s shirt
but the sale ended yesterday
as usual I’m simply too late

and would I have sprung for it anyway
even though it would look great on him

where’s the line between reasonable
self-interest, and being selfish


[a tanka capped by 2 two-liners on a dream of 4-9-19. Photomorph “No Such Thing As A Straight Line” (Screenshots 2-7-19 [8]) 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.

WHICH WAY HOME (photomorph) & THE SPECIAL EVENT (a dream) by Roswila

THE SPECIAL EVENT

Katey is happy as a clam and keeps relating to me as if
I know why, as if she’s been talking to me all about it
for some time, however, she hasn’t; but as usual I go
along, in order to keep our encounters brief because
I don’t like her much, and now also because I’m too
busy trying to find out not only where the bus will
stop that’s going to the special holistic center event
I am looking forward to attending, but when the event
is scheduled; I’m under the impression it’s early this
evening which means it will be soon; I wander a large
poorly lit, dark wood-paneled room trying to find
someone to ask; I finally spy one of my half-sisters,
hidden in a shadowy corner; she steps forward in
response to my hail and tells me she doesn’t know
about the bus or the time of the event but that our
mother does, and though she’s not in her room this
information will be on a calendar or notice up on her
wall; my half-sister goes into our mother’s room
and comes out saying the event is tomorrow night
at 6:00, as opposed to tonight at 5:00 as I’d thought;
I’m relieved to have time to figure this all out when
along comes Katey whom I now take the time to ask
about her intense happiness: she says it’s because of
a man she just met who’s going to the special event,
who’s visiting from Germany; I’m still not interested
as she and I have never been all that close (truthfully,
I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her), however, as
usual, I keep the peace by faking it with her; and this
allows me to split my attention and read the posters
for the films we were told we should see before going
to the special event: one describing the event, and one
an artistic animated short about a dragon that I’ve
wanted to see as I’ve always loved these mythical
creatures; I gently interject into my talk with Katey
that I should get going since I don’t want to miss
these two short movies; she comments that they’re
being shown constantly and starts to look extremely
sad, getting more and more agitated as she blurts out
as we enter an elevator: “Pauline told me my Seventh
Wave is not as open as I think” (clearly Pauline insulted
and upset her with this comment); I have no idea what
a “Seventh Wave” is and ask her; she responds,
whispering as if ashamed, “the sexual chakra;” well,
the number seven doesn’t fit with that chakra as far as
I recall but I really don’t want to get into anything at all
with her, even this exchange is far more than I want
to be dealing with, so I say gently, as if I care, “Oh,
I didn’t realize …” and leave it at that, as I carefully
turn my walker, getting ready to leave the elevator
and go to let a dragon work its mythic
magic in my tired old brain


[dream of 4-4-19. Before I go on at length, let me say I considered not posting this. But this blog has often served more as a dream journal, than one on which to share my creative writing. This piece is a dream record, that is, not in a particular writing form. (That’s not to say I haven’t worked on it a lot to tighten up the writing, etc.) And I think it’s a lot to ask a reader to absorb. (E.g., one of the things I worked at was trying to make the later re-entry of Katey make sense.) All that said, what really has my attention now and on-going thought, is that this dream places me between the devil and the deep blue sea in a way. I go from people I don’t like (all three women referenced here are actual ones from my life, though the two names have been changed) and that special event was to be at a holistic center very much like one I always thought I’d enjoy taking days-long courses at (decades back), but would wind up feeling disliked by one and all, every time. From disliking to being disliked. What a journey. I do hear a suggestion within that dragon image at the end of the dream. That my world, if you will, is and always has been one more of the imagination and the mythic, than of relationships. And I’d say that’s true. Guess I needed to be reminded of this. BTW, there’s a slew of other issues to think about in this dream that I’ve not gotten to yet. Maybe I’ll use the Tarot to help me explore it all. Haven’t done that in way too long. Also, I’ve never seen the famous fantasy T.V. show “Game of Thrones” with its flying dragons, but have always wanted to. Synchronistically, four episodes were on HBO last night, and I watched happily, hoping dragons would surface despite the references to them as no longer existing. I got my wish at the very end of that fourth episode! Baby dragons curling around Daenerys, a young woman "of dragon's blood," with long white hair. Photomorph “Which Way Home” (5-18-15 026v3a[4]) 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.

EXTRUSION (photomorph) & "this must be stomached..." (non-dream senryu) by Roswila

this must be stomached
no making projectiles from it
incorporate it!


[might qualify as a senryu (kissing cousin of haiku) written 4-3-19. Another exceedingly meh piece. Probably not worth posting at all except I kinda, sorta like the implied image of projectile vomiting. Yeah, strange thing to like. BTW, this senryu came from thinking about the morning nausea I’ve been having (no, no miracle births comin’ down the pike here, for sure!). I’ve actually never much liked breakfast due to a vaguely unsettled stomach. It’s just that recently it’s intensified. I’ve also had anxiety nausea since childhood (my grandmother would say, “Breathe, Patty, breathe,” and, if she could, hand me a glass of water). For some reason, though, the other day I began to wonder just what it was I’ve never been able to stomach. Fear/anxiety certainly, but also anger’s a good guess. And that’s where the projectiles came to mind. Photomorph “Extrusion” (6-17-13 009v5[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.

TRUTH OR LIE (photo) & TIT FOR TAT (tanka trio on a dream) by Roswila

TIT FOR TAT

“is this tit for tat?”
my dream mind wonders sadly,
as he silently
turns every last inch of his big
body completely away from me

just because I may
have fooled myself into believing
my layered story
as to why I’ve not been around
doesn’t mean he cares to buy it

sometimes a mind like
his that’s apt to enhance very little,
tending to take life neat,
will see the most unwelcome
or denied truths more quickly


[3 tanka on a dream of 4-6-19. Photo “Truth or Lie” (screenshots 2-7-19[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.