DANCE OF THE SEVEN VEILS (photomorph) & EXOTIC DANCING (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

EXOTIC DANCING

all these women strippers … oh, excuse me,
“exotic dancers,” and that euphemism really
does apply here as they’re all very good,
performing their acts one at a time, each
solo in the spot light more original and
colorful than the previous one; and they're
very brave, at least to my mind, to get so
close to exposing their most private parts
without actually doing it; they dance away
at such a distance from the watchers, that
the lone stage light creates the effect of
a long narrow tunnel, ending in each
stripper’s all but nakedness: exacerbating
the huge distance between true intimacy and,
even though it be artful, over exposure


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-20-19. Hm, I watched an intense old movie about nuns and much more than that (“Agnes of God”) last night, just before sleep. Of course, it sometime takes two or three nights for the influence of an intense day time experience to show in some way in a dream. And this dream most certainly has to do with some recent stuff in my life going back a couple of days. However, I still find it an intriguing contrast to that movie and will do more thinking on it. Especially given that my godmother was (is?) a nun. Photomorph “Dance of the Seven Veils” (5-25-09 1726 13g[2]) 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.

MEMORIES CONGREGATE (photomorph) & ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN MY BROTHER'S 70TH BIRTHDAY (non-dream tanka pair) by Roswila

ON WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN
MY BROTHER’S 70TH BIRTHDAY

hand laundry soaks
in the sink, color spreading
through the water,
even as bright bits of last night’s dreams
seep into morning’s mental stewing

it’s all too tempting
to grasp after these surprisingly
upbeat dream fragments
but better they be left to rest as they fade,
along with memories of a lost brother


[non-dream tanka written 9-17-19. BTW, of the four of us in my primary family (mother, father, brother, me) I’m the only one left. My mother died when she was 34, my father at 66, and my brother at 65. I’m still hanging around at going on 76. Although my younger brother and I were estranged at the time of his death, I always had a vague hope we’d reconnect. And even if not, just knowing he was still on the same planet with me was a comfort. Rest in peace, Russ. Photomorph “Memories Congregate” (3-26-14 019v3[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.

Re-Posting of: DUSTING OFF THE DAY (photo) & UNTIL THE MORROW (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

UNTIL THE MORROW
(stealing from Shakespeare)

out out damn dust!
don't seed this time of rest with pain,
at least until the morrow
when tears may wash
what light in yonder window breaks
and truth slicing like a bare bodkin
shall then be welcome
(if such a pointed blade
were ever thus:
both true and welcomed)


[re-post today of a free verse poem begun in a dream of 1-7-14 and first posted back then. Comments from that first posting: “I was fooling around with snatches of Shakespearian phrasing in my dream, attempting to couch the dream's insight in an appropriate dramatic way. As I did so in the dream the details of the insight got lost beneath the words. But I do recall a habitual denial of mine that the dream was revealing and how uncomfortable it made me feel to hear it. So much so, I guess, that I ultimately distanced myself in the dream by writing about my reaction to it rather than the insight itself.” Today's comment: I don't know if that Romeo & Juliet quote (line #5) works in the overall context of this poem. It's sort of distracting. Hm, I recall having the same question back when I first wrote/dreamed this piece. In any case, the point (pardon the pun) of the poem and how it came to be written in the dream, is still, well, all too pointed. Photo "Dusting Off the Day" (1-20-10 19102e) 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.

MANIPULATION GONE WILD (photomorph) & ON BEING PROSELYTIZED (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

ON BEING PROSELYTIZED

that they’ve sent me a flyer for their event after all these years
of nothing from them (happily) leads me to believe (and very
strongly) they’re after me again to get involved with their
church and even (as I almost … phew! … a great many years
ago did) join as one of the faithful; as always, they’re trying
to draw me in by emphasizing their arts program; and get this!
their arts clubs and classes and showcases were always – and
from this flyer, still are – housed in their basement; as I read
through the masses (pun intended) of info on this text-dense
sheet of paper, I remember how lighting (too little) and heat
(too much or not enough) had always been an issue in that
barren, below street-level space -- used at other times for their
lunch program for the indigent; yeah, and starving artists (you
should pardon another pun, though in some cases “starving”
was not then and is not now so far off the mark) should also be
aided by the community that they offer their work to and
for whom they express important concerns: but at what cost!?
I’ve never been able to tolerate being proselytized, I can spot
it at 20 paces no matter how carefully camouflaged, especially
when it’s my soul being grasped after beneath all the whiz
and flash bang of the sell; so, no matter how
attractively it’s packaged they can’t inveigle me;
I guess for all my echoing emptiness,
I’m just not hungry enough


[free verse poem on a dream of 9-14-19. This is most basically (right now in my life) about relationships. That pressure we put on each other to be someone other than who we are for our own personal comfort or gain. (To be kinder, sometimes because we think it’s the right thing to do in order to “save” or “help” someone.) An additional input to this dream is the fact that there is also a certain amount of both subtle and no so subtle religious proselytizing going on where I live. BTW, this dream drew its imagery from an actual time in my long-ago youth. I did almost join a church, having been drawn in by their (basement-housed) arts program(s). The upshot to this all -- and the irony being -- I want very much to belong. It just has never worked out for me; it has always cost way too much or turned out to be a sham. I’m a bit hesitant to admit this here, but I feel pretty much the same way about relationships. BWL (big wry laugh), I started these comments saying as much. Photomorph “Manipulation Gone Wild” (4-14-12 11684v2) 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.