SUBROSA (photomorph) & "she derides my pain..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

she derides my pain
he mashes me under the table
family dinner


[old dream haiku from 2008, posted in 2008, and has also appeared here as a pair with another dream haiku, in March of 2019. I made a slight tweak to it for today’s posting. This is one of those from that review I was doing a while back of my oldest dream haiku. Yeah, and this choice does reflect my mood and the sorts of memories and feelings I’ve been dealing with. My inquiry, more and more, becomes how does one free one’s self from one’s past? Not from the memories themselves necessarily, but from all the choking and entangling emotions they generate. Photomorph “Subrosa” (Screenshots 6, 10-21-19[88]) 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.

TRANSIENT TWOSOME (photo) & TWO DREAMKU/ONE NIGHT (pair of dreamku) by Roswila

TWO DREAMKU/ONE NIGHT

dream #1

its name? The Big Sad
though, I add, you may know it by
its common name: Life


dream #2

you’re talking to me?
I know it won’t last but it is nice
being acknowledged


[two dreamku, on two separate dreams of 2-26-20. Photo “Transient Twosome” (Screenshots-many 1-25-19[9]) 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.

SLOW EXPLOSION (photo) & AT THE AIRPORT (dream) by Roswila

AT THE AIRPORT

there’s a small private plane crash,
here in Lompoc airport; in re-running
my memory of the plane as it came in
for a landing, I get the distinct impression
it was a deliberate smashing onto
the runway, white metal hunks flung
wildly into the air out of a fiery sphere

my woman friend -- who is in a position
of some sort of power at the airport –
has to leave for a while and tells
(nay, commands) me to call her if I see
another crash about to happen, “STAT!”
she stresses; as I back away slowly
from the end of the narrow runway
where she and I had been standing together,
I wonder if crashes are common here

then (oh shit) another private plane
is putting down wheels in the same
somehow purposefully wobbly way
as the one that just crashed
… yikes! and we have a second spreading
globe of fire spewing white metal chunks
into the air

I feel I’ve failed my woman friend,
even if I didn’t see this next disaster coming
(as I did sort of see the first one),
and then I begin to worry about what now
needs to be done

oh, that’s right, emergency
vehicles are already arriving and I’d
better get on the phone to let my friend
know that (as she’d seemed to suspect
there would be) there’s been
another crash and burn


[on a dream of 2-24-20. This dream was heavily influenced by some frustration mixed with anger that I was feeling in the wee hours, when I could not get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. I’m rather spoiled when it comes to being able to fall asleep, even after waking several times in the night. It’s been a blessing of mine all of my life. So, on those rare occasions when I can’t get to sleep, I can be like a little kid, having a tantrum. Which is, of course, totally counterproductive. :-) But there’s a whole lot more to this dream than that, which I won’t go on about here. Photo “Slow Explosion” (Archival Pix 5-31-09 1787) 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.

THE MOON'S MADE OF GREEN CHEESE (photomorph) & OUT THE WINDOW (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila

OUT THE WINDOW

he rushes away,
no mention of where he’s going
or when he’ll be back;
you imply that he needn’t have said
anything, even if I am his sister

and even if to me, yours is an endlessly
strange small town he and I have landed in

well, I disagree, and all too heartily: we
travelled this far keeping each other informed

and I never put any sort of leash on him,
metaphorically speaking or otherwise

so, why’d his courtesy and caring go right out
the window when this huge full moon rolled in


[a tanka and four two-liners on a dream of 2-23-20. Puzzling little dream, especially given it was my actual (now deceased) brother when he was middle-aged. About all I hear is a fear of losing what’s closest to me to some sort of transmogrification: I ultimately get a definite association to a werewolf image. And that comment leads me to add that I fear losing myself (as much as anyone else) to what I seem to be turning into as I age even further. Photomorph “The Moon’s Made of Green Cheese” (Screenshots-many, 2-9-19[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 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.

SWORDS OF CTHULTHU (photo) & THE DARK SPACE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila

THE DARK SPACE

the dark space before me (is it a lightless night
sky or my equally unenlightened mind) releases
Tarot card after Tarot card up into its blackboard-
like expanse, floating each card into view for my
perusal as if from a profound well, (OK, maybe
not for me alone, but here I stand, content to be
by myself and taking in this unique show); none
of the cards are from traditional decks, many re-
quiring much thinking on my part to recall their
titles and standard, one-word meanings; it’s all
great fun, not any sort of fortune telling, just
the kind of delight that comes from losing one’s
self in a familiar pursuit that’s taking some new
twists and turns, necessitating intense concentra-
tion and leaving everything else behind in some
ignored place for now: ah! this last deck is one I
readily I.D. (and how do I know it’s the last?
because light has begun to curl ever so vaguely
at the edges of the blackboard-like space), as one
after another of its cards appear before me like
good soldiers in an army from another time, nay,
another planet; I quickly recall each card’s most
basic meaning while it fades away and the next
card “steps up;” but when what should be the last
of the Majors* slips away, another card, and then
a second rises, each darker both visually and by
association, than any of the previous in this odd
deck; I find, however, that I relate to them quite
well, especially the very last one in this alien
pack as it floats/hangs there in the air longer than
any card so far: I get an intuitive take on it but
want to know what it was designed to “say;”
I catch a glimpse of an other-worldly soldier/
creature in the lower left corner of the card; it’s
both mildly fear inducing (H.P. Lovecraft anyone?)
and amusing in its silvery line drawing, the name
of its race clearly printed beneath it: GRUND; well,
I think (as this final card for the evening melts into
what is now left of the dark), was that a misprint?
was it meant to read “Grunge” (more of the light
laughter I’ve had on and off viewing this march
of Tarot cards), but, no, I can’t imagine after all
these accurately produced Tarot cards, that the last
would bear a mistake, and what does it matter
anyway? being able to laugh may be life’s final
saving grace, once everything is laid out
in the advancing dark


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-21-20. *Majors: 22 of the Tarot’s 78 cards that usually reference archetypal issues, as opposed to the rest of the pack which can be seen to be more concrete or worldly (very generally speaking). BTW, there is at least one Tarot deck that I recall based on Lovecraft’s horror stories (the so-called Cthulhu Mythos). Also, I just googled “Grund” and in noun form it can (among other things beyond the obvious “ground”) mean deep or abyss, going back in its etymology to Old Saxon and Scandinavian. If you’re interested in my own Tarot work (readings and deck designs), here are links to the my three Tarot blogs: Roswila's Tarot Gallery & Journal, Roswila's Taiga Tarot and The Marker Tarot. Photo “Swords of Cthulthu” (Screenshots 6, 10-21-19(73)[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.