THE DARK POSITIONS ITSELF (photomorph) & THE DOME-SHAPED BUILDING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

THE DOME-SHAPED BUILDING

she scrambles as fast as she can into
the abandoned military tank as the door
slams locked above her; yes, she’s made
it to safety but there’s no time for even
a small sigh of relief before a tsunami
of foot soldiers pours down the city
streets; she, in this found tank, and they,
advancing with rifles drawn, may be
in the same army and even citizens
of this city and nation, but they are not
on the same side anymore: what has life
here come to? she stops questioning and
gets on with her goal: to get into that huge
dome-shaped building she sees at river’s
edge, an image of which has rested forever
in the back of her mind like the memory
of a dream; she takes a lingering look
back through the amassing military threat
as her tank advances: ah! at least her long
time male friend has aged-out and isn’t
involved in this invasion of one part of
their country by another part, and she
recalls that that terrifying old hawk of an
army general died recently; then she gets
a glimpse of the new General: tall, loud,
and though none of his troops are masked
he wears one: it’s greatly detailed, almost
elegant, and moves like a real face, the face
of some demonic King out of mythology,
extorting the most extreme sacrifices from
his ocean of troops with threats, salted by
promises of glory; oh, no, they’re headed
exactly where she’s aimed her tank, to that
huge dark dome of a building; yeah, no
worries for her safety, not in this locked
and reinforced tank, but as she adjusts her
trajectory to correct for a new surge of
troops forcing her off track, it finally hits
her: why does she even want into that odd
building that looms hunched on the horizon
like Nessie diving back down into her loch


[free verse poem on a dream of 7-12-19. This was heavily influenced by a movie I watched last night. The mythological and legend references are mine, though. And added as I wrote about the dream in an attempt to describe both what I saw and felt in the dream. Hm, who’s making a mental retreat? Could it be moi? One of the things I’ve been wrestling with intensely recently, is admitting to how much anxiety and fear I live with, have always lived with. I could almost wish Nessie would take me with her, into the land of legend, to be left alone and in peace. Not to end on that, in other ways I’m tough and refuse to give up before I must. Yeah, I just described a country at war with itself, didn’t I? Photomorph “The Dark Positions Itself” (10-26-17 001v2d) 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.

APPROACHING THE FINISH LINE (photomorph) & RUNNING OF THE KITTENS (dream tanka) by Roswila

RUNNING OF THE KITTENS

graceless and unschooled
the runt of the large litter scrambles
over the line before
her biggest, most experienced sibling:
under-sized and unprepared wins the race


[tanka on a dream of 7-8-19. An odd little dream. One might think (as I do) I’d have had an emotional response to it. Especially given that kittens are a common image in my dreams, often representing anger (recall that saying? “Don’t have kittens”?). But I didn’t and still don’t. Not beyond a brief attempt just now to manipulate its images to reflect the horrendous mood I’m in today. However, I couldn’t – i.e., didn’t really want to – fool with the dream as I’d already laid it out in this tanka the day after I had it. Not even to express how overwhelmed and miserable I’m feeling today. Of course, what’s the race in this dream tanka about? And what does it mean to win it? Winning isn’t always a matter for celebration. Photomorph “Approaching the Finish Line” (11-10-09 8105ev5[3]) 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 SKY IS FALLING (photomorph) & FALLING (non-dream, haiku-monoku pair) by Roswila

FALLING

version 1:

a sudden shower
of jacaranda blossoms
grateful tears


version 2:

falling jacaranda blossoms grateful tears


[haiku and monoku (very simply put, a one line haiku) version on same experience, written 7-7-19. Can’t decide which I like more and even how much I like either one of them as writing. But it was a lovely moment. All the more lovely as it happened on a long walk. It looks as if I will be able to keep up regular walks, after all. I did try making the fact I was on a long walk explicit somehow. Yet, it just didn’t feel right as it narrowed the possible scope of either little poem when I did so. Photomorph “The Sky Is Falling” (6-28-09 v5b) 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.