THE BATTER BUBBLES (photomorph) & "she nears wakefulness..." (dreamku) by Roswila

she nears wakefulness,
humming, a hot pancake turning over
but at whose hand


[dreamku on a dream of 2-13-20. BTW, HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY! Photomorph “The Batter Bubbles” (1-18-18 006v4a[3]) 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.

PRATTLE ABOUT LEMNISCATES (photomorph) & EIGHT (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

EIGHT

she sees the postage amount for the carton she’s mailing
in the upper right corner, scribbled in pencil; ok, good,
getting it weighed and then going online to find out the
postage amount would be one more hassle as this
carton’s heavy and big and hard for her to handle
given her arthritis;

then it’s mailed and she sighs with relief … uh-OH!
that wasn’t much postage for a carton that size and
weight, and she thinks back to what had been penciled
in the upper right of its addressed face: yikes!
it must have been 8 pounds, not the 8 ounces of postage
she put on the carton for mailing;

oy! now what to do, what to do? do they return
large cartons for postage due like they used to
do with letters? will they instead bill her? or worse yet,
bill the addressee? and how much more is due anyway?
her budget’s awfully tight as is, proverbial penny-
pinching counts (pitifully) for a lot these days …

and she finds her upset mind tipping to mulling over
the significance of the number 8 itself, it is after
all largely the number of the manifest, of all things
concrete and touchable;

sigh (yet again, and again) there's always more to pay
for the weight that she brings to her world


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-12-20. Interesting that I’d have this dream last night. I spent some time yesterday paying bills. ACK. My S/S money just came in yesterday and that’s when I pay all the rest of my bills. Good-bye S/S! Now I figure out how to make it through to when my little pension check comes in at the end of the month. Can’t you just hear those pennies squealing? BTW, I hasten to add things have actually improved (e.g., I’ve managed to pay off one credit card altogether, and am getting better and better at refusing to spend on anything not totally needed … and I don’t really need a whole lot). Click here to read in depth about the esoteric meanings of the number eight. (I studied Gnothology [one of many theories of numerology out there] decades ago. And, of course, numbers have always had meaning in my Tarot studies, which I started going on 50 years ago.) Photomorph “Prattle About Leminiscates” (Archival/Old Pix 10, 2811v6[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 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.

A WALK TO THE EDGE (photo) & A VISIT FROM WONDER WOMAN (dream) by Roswila

A VISIT FROM WONDER WOMAN

my new bra’s not all that comfortable, especially
on my left breast; even as I complain about this
to my woman friend I decide to simply ignore
the mild annoyance for now and give my full
attention to this busy night by the sea: no moon
and very few stars grace the midnight sky but I
can see very well, as does everyone else; I watch
with muffled envy as a young woman rushes to
the ocean’s edge to greet and hug Wonder Woman
as she makes footfall, the super heroine’s brilliant
red outfit shining like a beacon as she emerges
from the surf’s edge; everyone quickly gets into
the water, adults and kids alike, solitaries like me
and entire families, but I’ve still not found where I
want to enter the water, no possible entry point
feels safe; then it’s clear I’ve waited too long,
the sea’s edge is getting rough and the wind’s
coming up heavy; I keep trying to locate a good
place to get into the water even as everyone else
is leaving and tumbling surely back on to shore;
then my woman friend mentions my new bra,
implying I’ve probably managed to get out of
it by now; I look around as I change my focus to
the bra, letting go of the idea of getting into the
swim; "No," I respond, "my new bra told me that
it’s home now," and truly it is, as the discomfort’s
gone: the only thing bothering me now is an itchy
envy that I’d not even gotten to meet
Wonder Woman, much less hug her


[dream of 2-7-20. This is the one I mentioned that I had the night before the dream I posted here yesterday. Clearly the two dreams are deeply related. (BTW, I associate that left breast discomfort in this one to how Amazons in ancient mythology, were said to have one breast removed to facilitate drawing a bow. Though being right-handed, I would pull a bow string back with my right arm … ah well, dreams are not always literal. 😊 And all waking associations to aspects of them are not important or even accurate.) This is another jam-packed dream so I’ll leave it at what it may suggest, just as it is written. Photo “A Walk to the Edge” (Archival Old Pix 10, 4786e[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 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 CAVE OF YESTERYEAR (edited Google photo) & THE KEY (dream) by Roswila

THE KEY

“girls just want to have fu-un…” oh, yeah,
always liked that song but I guess I’m not a real
girl and never was cuz I’ve always “just wanted”
to be able to get someplace (with an increasing
desperation as the decades have passed); for
instance, in last night’s dream I am determined
and in enough of a rush to go into her apartment
when she isn’t home and steal the key to her
vehicle so I can move on (I kept insisting to
myself I’m borrowing but don’t buy that even
as I think it); as I search for the key, I disturb
a number of other things (e.g., I have to use her
“facilities” and I mess up her kitchen sink)
that I carefully return to the order they’d been
in when I snuck in; except of course, for the key
(that is also a loopy food item: weird, huh?), yes,
the key, now in my possession, leaving an obvious
empty swirl in the long jewelry-style box of other
“thingies” she had it stored in.

then suddenly, she’s home and walking up to me
with a welcoming smile that only adds to my
guilty feelings: I love you, she happily asserts,
even though she’s just caught me invading her
home; I sputter that I’ve done my best to clean up
any mess I’ve made, and she just stands there
(“up close and personal” as the saying goes), with
that same lovely smile on her face and repeats:
I love you. I quickly add that I still have the key
to her vehicle and should I put it where I found
it or simply hand it to her now; she asserts it
again, starting to lean in for a hug: I love you.

I’m astounded and my earlier mission to steal/
borrow her vehicle seems less than trivial by
the light of her smile: how does one stand one’s
ground as she’s doing in the face of trespasses
and offer only love.


[dream of 2-8-20. I’ll be posting the dream/poem I mentioned in my comments yesterday, tomorrow. This one has even more of an impact on me. BTW, the apartment above was the actual one I lived in for 23 years in Elmhurst, Queens, NY, before moving here to CA 12 years ago. And the woman, an actual friend of mine of many years. This is one of those dreams that I could go on about for pages and pages. N.B. Valentine’s Day is coming up in less than a week. Also, that woman represents aspects of many other living people in my life – women and men – than that one long time friend. As well as my mother, who died 66 years ago when I was 10 (the anniversary of her passing was yesterday). Oh, that song (of the same title as the lyric quoted) is by Cyndi Lauper. And I have always really liked it. Photo “The Cave of Yesteryear” (Screenshots 9 2-9-20), I edited this screenshot way down to show only the building I used to live in (the Google shot showed buildings on either side, and much of the street with cars in front, too). The building has six apartments, two per floor. Mine was the top right one for 23 years. Screenshot of Google photo edited 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.