THE GONE GATE (photomorph) & "turning to face..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

turning to face
a gate overgrown by vines
no going back


[dream haiku, dreamed/written in mid-March 2008. BTW, I’d just moved from New York City to CA on February 6, 2008. This is one of those dream haiku from my handwritten notebooks, going back decades in some instances. (Yeah, I’m still wandering through the last of the three notebooks.) For the past couple of years, my life’s been more than usually taken up with looking back. I’m faced with what I went through from childhood forward, and still can do nothing about. It’s as if those vines have me between a rock and a hard place (there’s no “do overs,” and I can’t fully move on). Photomorph “The Gone Gate” (Archival 5-25-09 1726v14d[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.

DIGGING UP THE EGG (photomorph) & STONE EGGS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

STONE EGGS

no, I mutter over and over to myself, I don’t
want her visiting me, not even in my dreams;
I’ve wrestled for days since she last invaded
with her double-barreled insincerity, whether I
should write about it – I do hate to let go of any
dream that manages to hang around despite
everything else (conscious and unconscious)
trying to shove it out of the way (I know
all too well what it’s like to be ignored) but
I also don’t want to encourage any more night
visits from her by reporting on them in my
rag-tag way, how this or that happened and
that it may very well mean this or that or some
other thing to me or to her or to who knows
else (and, really, who cares, anyway?) …
damn! this dream begins to feel too much like
a prophecy I will regret having to fulfill (who
needs or wants another probably only self-
fulfilling prophecy in one’s life?) oy, wait a
minute, I just recalled that someone else
also barged in from whom I want to stop
visits – right up in my dreaming face, no
less -- just last night: he was all smiles,
insisting that things between us are not only
fine and dandy, but brilliant and under control;
well, I won’t belabor that further, giving this
flash of a dream – or the one of her -- any more
credence, or poke either of them any more
awake than it already is, by fussing at it; sigh …
I’ve never found a way to adequately explain this:
no matter who may parade through my dreams
(or my waking ruminations) while I wrestle with
re-learning simpler things -- like how to stand
on my own two feet -- even then I can see
THE. EMPEROR’S. NOT. WEARING.
ANY. CLOTHES!
NO. CLOTHES.
AT. ALL …
hell.
what makes me think we aren’t all totally
exposed to those with the eyes to see
the possibility of prophecies embedded
within their vision, like raw gems
in their imaginary stone eggs

[free verse poem connecting two dreams, the first dreamed on 1/5/20, the other on 1/7/20. This is one of those poems I’ve seriously considered scrapping. It’s way too wordy and crammed with various ideas and hints thereof, but I can’t seem to get it edited down. Ah well, as I say in the poem “who cares anyway…” However, I can answer that by saying that almost certainly only I do. Yeah, and I also care enough not to put writing out there that I find so questionable. And yet, and yet … the poem no more wants to be ignored than I ever have (if I may add anthropomorphism to my list of writing sins with respect to this poem). So here this deeply problematic dream poem is, numerous warts and all. Photomorph “Digging Up the Egg” (Screenshots 6, 10-2-19v2[55]) 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 or contrasting 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.

CAULDRON OF THE SUN (photomorph) & TO BOIL, OR NOT TO BOIL ... (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

TO BOIL, OR NOT TO BOIL …

ah! now I understand why they keep
ordering me (in a saccharine sort of way)
not to get my blood in a boil, as if it were
the dregs of soup in an ancient cauldron

it’s not to be helpful to me, no, no, but
to them! you see, I slipped up this time:
too exhausted after cleaning up after an
unusually sloppy day on all their parts
(which, of course, they blamed on me)
I let my natural tendency to boil
roil away

and lo and behold, everything they’d
added to the brew -- fueled by their habits
and spiced with malice of forethought --
turned to steam … and then? just floated
away, nice as you please! trailing their
pile up of poisons behind like manic
mare’s tails, only a gleaming
emptiness remaining

just let them try to cook up something now:
new, old, alien, human, sweet, sour (you
get my drift), it "makes no never mind..."
I’m ready for them!


[free verse poem on a dream of 1-8-20. This Cinderella-like dream was clearly influenced by a wonderful book of poems and short stories I’m reading: SNOW WHITE LEARNS WITCHCRAFT. One might call it “fractured fairytales.” Only in every case I’ve read so far, what the author -- Theodora Goss -- has done (IMHO) is to take them toward further wholeness, integrating something missing. To be truthful, the book is also giving me an itchy case of writer's envy. (I'm fairly sure there will be a fairy tale later on in her book that deals with envy. 😊) Photomorph “Cauldron of the Sun” (7-11-09 3700ev2[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 or contrasting 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.

"In the cool, cool, cool of the evening ... " (photomorph) & "slow breathing ..." (non-dream monoku) by Roswila

slow breathing the royal blue pool cover after the storm


[non-dream monoku written 1-6-20. Photomorph “In the cool, cool, cool of the evening…” (7-28-09 4560v2[4] by Roswila; yes, title is from the song of the same name, listen to Rosemary Clooney sing it on YouTube sometime … cool!]

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 or contrasting 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 MEMORY MELTS AWAY (photomorph) & "sunlight after ..." (non-dream monoku) by Roswila

sunlight after shadows ice cream pop


[non-dream monoku of 1-6-20. By the time I’d made it up to sit on the balcony that overlooks the pool, my pop had almost totally melted. It was an adventure to eat it out of the partially opened wrapper with its own stick. But that was truly only part of the fun of a lovely 45 minutes or so, in which I drafted other poems. Between which, I simply enjoyed the bright sunlight. Photomorph “The Memory Melts Away” (2147v9a[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 or contrasting 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.

HANGING OUT WITH MOONBEAMS (photo) & "he flirts upside down..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

he flirts upside down
while clutching his barrel chest
nothing untoward


[dream haiku, dreamed/written March 2008. When I first posted this all those years ago, I did not point out its resemblance to The Hanged Man card in The Tarot. (I can’t imagine I didn’t see it, though.) Not only did that strike me on re-reading it while continuing my “reviewing my old dream haiku” project, but it hit me that The Hanged Man is my card for 2020. Explanation? Every year at Samhain (Pagan/Gaelic for Halloween) I randomly pull a card to represent some of the flavor(s) of the coming year. Then paste up a copy of that card on my bedroom wall to remind me to check in with it occasionally. Not so much for its possible predictive aspects, but for some clarity. E.g., “Ah, that’s right, that’s what’s going on!” or "OK, I get it, I have to be patient with this snafu ...," and so on. If I understand my re-discovery of this old dream haiku as part of this year’s Hanged Man “flavors,” I might have some interesting stuff comin’ down the pike! No complaints. Boredom (as I addressed yesterday here) does usually become a slight issue for me this time of year. Photomorph “Hanging Out With Moonbeams” (8-29-17 010v6) 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 or contrasting 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.

PONDERING THE NEXT MOVE (photo) & "her dancing gestures ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

her dancing gestures
unrelated to her words:
new poetry form


[dream haiku dreamed/written 1-6-07. From those old dream haiku notebooks of mine that I’ve been going through recently (see recent posts for others). I’d chosen this one before I noted when it was written: exactly 13 years ago. Not surprising I’d had a dream creating something new. This time of year (just post my birthday, Jan. 4, and beginning to feel some nano-effects from the wee bit of extra sunlight each day) often finds me bored and wanting to do something new. To break out of old habits (New Year’s Resolution anyone?), create in a new way or form, think and feel very differently… Right now, I’d settle for a new attitude towards getting so much older. To be able to more graciously embrace it. After all, talk about inevitable! BTW, there’s another way I’ve viewed this dream haiku over the years when I’ve come across it. It can also be pointing out an inconsistency, a conflict, an incompatibility, that the dreamer’s trying to turn into art. 😊 Actually, that’s what I’m trying to do all the time with what my life hands me: make art. OK, and another (somewhat wry) laugh. That old expression: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, can be read to apply in this context. I hasten to add, that ever since first doing public readings of my poetry 45 or so years ago, I have often tried to incorporate movement and music (e.g., my hand movements, and/or playing one or more of my collection of musical instruments) into the reading. Photo “Pondering the Next Move” (11-02-17 009v2) by Roswila, 2017 selfie in my “Spider Old Woman” Halloween costume]

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 or contrasting 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.