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Friday, May 31, 2019

TREES OF THE ESOTERIC (photomorph) & A PILGRIMAGE IN THREE DREAMS (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


A PILGRIMAGE IN THREE DREAMS

dream one

she quits the under-
water pilgrimage: the boardwalk
too close over-head --
it gets her every time:
this fear of suffocation


dream two

a handsome mash-up:
hell’s angel and punk rocker,
dark and dangerous,
though she doesn’t fear him,
maybe because he seems to like her

she shows him a large esoteric book she’s found
he says the charts stuffed in back are “where it’s at”


dream three

feeling like Alice
in Wonderland she wanders, looking
for a place to sleep --
since nothing may be what it seems
and not all magic’s good, she’s cautious

but, oh, this large circle of trees, each
nodding through the descending twilight!

she approaches one
she’s very drawn to, it’s green finery
still bright in the dusk --
can she curl up safely beneath it,
her small life in its vast shelter

or will it, too, morph,
as everything in her life always has,
becoming “other”
becoming something deeply hurtful or
at the very least asking way too much

as she hesitates
before the tree, a soft golden spot
begins glowing
and spreading slowly in the grass
just in front of her bare feet

an invitation?
a change that can go either way?
or even nothing
to do with this anxious observer?
she ponders and watches closely

magnetized by grass
lighting up like gold, but too afraid
to make a move
she waits to see what will happen,
an old song rising on the new night’s wind:

“oh, come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
darlin' my darlin', 'tis all I can say
jus' come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day!
give me your lips an' don't take them away”*


[tanka series, with a couple two-liners and quoted song lyrics at end, on three dreams of 5-29-19. *I heard these lyrics sung in the dream; they’re from the song “Come to Me, Bend to Me” from the musical Brigadoon. Photomorph “Trees of the Esoteric” (2-12-16 010v4[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.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

THE SHAPING (photomorph) & WINDS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


WINDS

the blond young man* hurries up
to the balcony’s edge in order to make
an announcement to the folk below
who crowd the large lobby’s creaking
wood floor; he has to move all of them
past their oblivion, out of the path
of the disaster that’s rapidly approaching;
he grips a set of small, but clearly heavy,
red shelves in front of him as if it were
a sound system, which he must have if
he’s going to be heard by the milling noisy
crew on the ground floor; but he quickly
recognizes he’s not being heard, or even seen,
and yells for a microphone, confident that though
he may not be someone in a position of authority
he still has the same right anyone would to warn
others of what’s headed their way; however,
nothing changes, and he continues to yell for
attention, his feet planted at the balcony’s edge,
the rest of him leaning out like a tree over a deep
canyon, that’s long been shaped to reach beyond
what’s safe by massive recurring winds


[free verse poem on a dream of 5-28-19. *The young man was the actor Leonardo DiCaprio, but this was unremarkable in the dream. In a first draft I mentioned his name but it set up expectations and detracted from the action of the dream. And although I say his identity was unremarkable as I was dreaming, it most certainly has meaning for me on recall. Who he was has many levels of meaning, in fact. Too much to go in to here. Suffice it to say, most of it having to do with roles he’s played in movies, but also relating to my tendency not to want to see any movie he’s in. Seems I don’t want to hear what he has to say, either, ey? I'll also add that the young man represents aspects of myself and of someone I know. There’s a great deal in this dream beyond the identity of the young man, but I won’t go into it all here. Photomorph “The Shaping” (11-17-17 013v4[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.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

ROOTS OF NIGHT (photo) & ON IMPATIENCE (free verse poem) by Roswila


ON IMPATIENCE

Like an aging oak, I go on, always go on,
as growth stirs, raked by heavy air,
and rock traps roots.

Can leaves duck the brutal wind?
Can roots lift themselves like feet?

Or is this green dance, minute and slow,
the only one there is?

(Wait, watch,
it splits rock,
devours wind)


[free verse poem written in April 1989, revised numerous times later, and again today in May 2019. And it’s still not “right” as far as I’m concerned. Yet I’ve liked it since first written and can’t bring myself to delete it. I posted it here in 2006 and maybe another posting today will shake lose whatever my problem is with it. Of course, it’s probably so stuck in my mind after all these years and editing sessions that it’s more like a familiar old friend than a viable poem.
😊 Photo “Roots of Night” (4-13-18 012[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.

Monday, May 27, 2019

THE MINE FIELDS OF MEMORY (photomorph)


I'd thought to choose a pic of mine and write a haiku or tanka inspired by it, somehow acknowledging today is Memorial Day. Well, that just did not happen. Finding a pic I did not want to but felt compelled to (unsuccessfully) edit was hard enough. But the couple I liked enough "as is" did not generate any sort of little poem. Then I hit on this one, an untitled, unposted one from about one year ago. And a title for it popped right away -- "The Mine Fields of Memory" (5-13-18 034v3) -- that can be read in light of it being Memorial Day. So I'll leave it at this. And add my express gratitude for the all those who have served and are serving in the military.

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.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

THIS FAR & NO FURTHER (photo) & "my handicapped friend ..." (dreamku) by Roswila


my handicapped friend
blocks traffic to bust chops
wicked sense of humor


[re-post of dreamku posted on 8/20/09. Not recalling my dreams very well again. I do have a sense, though, of lots of repetition. Something I’ve noted increasingly in dreams of recent years. I.e., the same scenario repeats several times in a row in the night's dreams. It feels a lot like waking life (BWL [big wry laugh]): the definition of insanity is doing the same thing, over and over, expecting different results. In any case, I went through a lot of my old dreamku (haiku-like dream form I developed) just now and finally settled on this one for both its humor and its rebellion. Sort of thumbing my nose at the world that I’ve been so p.o.’d at for a long time. Photo “This Far & No Further” (Screenshots 5-26-19[5]) 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.