tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257373572024-03-12T18:50:46.632-07:00Roswila's Dream & Poetry Realm<b><p>
SEE ALSO: <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT (photos, realistic to abstract)</a></p></b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.comBlogger2806125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-5830913936157541312020-04-04T14:46:00.000-07:002020-04-04T14:49:05.108-07:00WINK FROM AN OVERBLOWN ROSE (photo) & REACHING FOR THE STARS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila]<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KyTo_BDdHqCtub8MApLmAOePfOb3JvmfUzo7m2z1LNK5PnUfpclvgApFUpAQaPt-kOZdraTVBKX6jjWPSbmNHMGLDmee66WhyKWaHHV5Z1D_KGekI81Bpbirrhvlys-gQ2yWJQ/s1600/PICT3580_edited+b+and+w+%25283%2529+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="404" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KyTo_BDdHqCtub8MApLmAOePfOb3JvmfUzo7m2z1LNK5PnUfpclvgApFUpAQaPt-kOZdraTVBKX6jjWPSbmNHMGLDmee66WhyKWaHHV5Z1D_KGekI81Bpbirrhvlys-gQ2yWJQ/s320/PICT3580_edited+b+and+w+%25283%2529+d%2526p.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
REACHING FOR THE STARS<br />
<br />
that guy I’d once had a brief, fun crush on comments<br />
a bit flirtatiously on how good my feet and legs look: <br />
what a white lie, the only truth is that my socks are clean <br />
(they’re as bright a white as his lie); then that former <br />
roommie of mine, a young woman, makes it obvious by <br />
her behavior she’d not ever been whom I’d believed <br />
her to be: not that modest, almost shy young thing, but <br />
to the contrary, had always been a seductive flirt, even <br />
to the extent of cupping her own fully exposed breasts <br />
for a photo; then there’s Patrick Stewart, a long-time <br />
favorite actor/star of mine: we’re right on the edge of <br />
becoming lovers as he shows up in the dream; as <br />
agreed, I wait for him by my bed, but it’s a big let-<br />
down when he finally arrives; sigh, I’d always known<br />
he might choose to stay true to his wife and it’s clear <br />
that’s what he’s decided to do: he doesn’t even <br />
acknowledge my presence, much less say anything <br />
to me or even just give me a meaningful glance <br />
as he walks to the other side of the bed; he reaches <br />
under the mattress and pulls out a small black book, <br />
tied shut with a matching cord, and leaves; it’s as if <br />
an entire galaxy has disappeared from the night sky, <br />
not just one star; I do not know if I’m repressing tears <br />
but none fall: only echoes fill the emptiness I’ve always <br />
lived with: for you see, I never really believed anyone’s <br />
story, making my life this cosmic accumulation of their <br />
lies or at the very least their self-delusions; I simply <br />
chose to live in denial, rather than stand here like this, <br />
aching in every arthritic joint (a considerable number) <br />
and in what’s left of my heart: yearning still for what <br />
has always been as far out of reach as that one star <br />
still vaguely visible in this cloud ridden night sky<br />
<br />
<br />
[free verse poem on a dream of 3-31-20. Patrick Stewart has been a favorite of mine since he first hit US T.V. in Star Trek all those years ago. And the other two mentioned here are folk in my life (to one degree or other). It’s actually a relief to focus on something other than the pandemic for a change. Even if it’s the same old, same old self-pity. Photo “Wink from an Overblown Rose” (9-7-09 3580e b and w[3]) by Roswila]<br />
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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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-90818371081910888342020-03-28T14:33:00.000-07:002020-03-28T14:35:42.605-07:00SCATTERED BY THE SILENCE (photomorph) & O HOLY NIGHT (on a night's dreams) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sYV-tXp3Ss33CK86_jJASfDiI_k-8Nu6TJwysTqHZv5gWC1FAPN5_lo1pR-Vr2z17TmRttS8AP9zIvvjy3DNv2t2Owvk5utF6ZrIRAjuxA_3mboel5IoAaQMRxH4iDg1RY4_zw/s1600/2019-10-15+%252836%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="577" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sYV-tXp3Ss33CK86_jJASfDiI_k-8Nu6TJwysTqHZv5gWC1FAPN5_lo1pR-Vr2z17TmRttS8AP9zIvvjy3DNv2t2Owvk5utF6ZrIRAjuxA_3mboel5IoAaQMRxH4iDg1RY4_zw/s320/2019-10-15+%252836%2529+d%2526p.png" width="305" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
O HOLY NIGHT<br />
<br />
shiver me timbers!<br />
I sing “O Holy Night” on and off<br />
all night in my dreams; even as I dream, <br />
I know this is strange -- I love the music <br />
of old hymns but am not religious --<br />
and though some of the dreamy pleasure <br />
is in knowing I’m hitting the high notes<br />
(and there are plenty in this hymn to miss<br />
given I lost my soprano top years ago)<br />
I think the wish here is for a savior’s <br />
intervention during this pandemic;<br />
and, there you have it, the heart behind<br />
my passionate dream-time singing;<br />
“a new and glorious morn” indeed, <br />
but each time I wake it's still dark out<br />
and filled with an agitating silence; <br />
no UCSB students squealing and laughing <br />
outside my window, no cars and trucks<br />
rolling by or noisy motorbikes:<br />
we’re all sheltering in place trying<br />
to stay on top of this unwelcome silence;<br />
and so, I turn over yet again, <br />
fall back to sleep <br />
and dream-sing the hymn<br />
<br />
<br />
[written about my dreams of 3-27-20. Here are the lyrics to O HOLY NIGHT that I was singing in my sleep:<br />
<br />
O holy night the stars are brightly shining<br />
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth<br />
Long lay the world in sin and error pining<br />
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth<br />
<br />
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices<br />
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn<br />
Fall on your knees<br />
O hear the angels' voices<br />
O night divine<br />
O night when Christ was born<br />
O night divine o night<br />
O night divine<br />
<br />
I’d say more, but I’m certain I’d go on way too long. In many ways, I’m in a situation to be grateful for. Of course, how long before it collapses around all of us living here in our Retirement Community is anybody’s guess. And I simply must put a shout out of gratitude here for my friend, Blue, and all he does to help me. And to our staff and community resident volunteers.<br />
<br />
Photomorph “Scattered by the Silence” (Screenshots 3, 10-15-19[36]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-28913538682356943512020-03-27T14:39:00.000-07:002020-03-27T14:39:32.451-07:00STAMPEDE (photomorph) & [untitled] (dream haiku & dream monoku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OSZue0qtzn8zG85JBUioMuJBtfM7MwcfJpF54x8E_l9KbO4PM6mYBgJ-mJpi_Sh3c3B-f1R_uqKJ6gWw3YtGVHfr1NcWQ6Isv3yvKGnLilPHbnjHnefxf0Z7PE4bj8KP34QKzw/s1600/2020-03-21+%252819%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="551" data-original-width="846" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-OSZue0qtzn8zG85JBUioMuJBtfM7MwcfJpF54x8E_l9KbO4PM6mYBgJ-mJpi_Sh3c3B-f1R_uqKJ6gWw3YtGVHfr1NcWQ6Isv3yvKGnLilPHbnjHnefxf0Z7PE4bj8KP34QKzw/s320/2020-03-21+%252819%2529+d%2526p.png" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
[untitled]<br />
<br />
a huge field of folk<br />
burrow beneath the surface<br />
fellow prey<br />
<br />
I hide under my covers run to ground<br />
<br />
<br />
[a dream haiku and a dream monoku written and posted separately in September of 2007, posted here as a pair. And, yes, these are from those ancient, handwritten dream haiku notebooks of mine that I’ve been reviewing, on and off, for a while now. I chose these as they echo much of what my experience has been like so far with “sheltering in place” due to the covid19 pandemic. The worst so far? Learning last night that my home city of New York is our country’s epicenter. Worse yet, that where I lived for almost 30 years before moving here to CA, is the epicenter of the epicenter: only six blocks from Elmhurst General Hospital in the Borough of Queens. Why that should hurt so much more than what’s going on here in extremely hard-hit CA I don’t know. But it does. Photomorph “Stampede” (Screenshots 9, 3-21-20[19]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-70759922563285625072020-03-23T12:45:00.000-07:002020-03-23T12:46:45.183-07:00COMING APART AT THE SEAMS (photomorph) & WHAT AM I STEALING (mixed format dream poem)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineCx25x-z6xpt73-qjqcz6DanKhFqZVvYbXDQxsZ_XtNm7BbhilEm4ils74UbciaXXXEV5-lThM0AMwhrlmeVLhUPs6LcAAvNGczo4ZWBURxs4okAs4UvUIanqMpwYtL7f8WObw/s1600/2019-02-04+%25287%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="831" data-original-width="532" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEineCx25x-z6xpt73-qjqcz6DanKhFqZVvYbXDQxsZ_XtNm7BbhilEm4ils74UbciaXXXEV5-lThM0AMwhrlmeVLhUPs6LcAAvNGczo4ZWBURxs4okAs4UvUIanqMpwYtL7f8WObw/s320/2019-02-04+%25287%2529+d%2526p.png" width="204" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
WHAT AM I STEALING<br />
<br />
what am I stealing,<br />
over here, by the garbage bins?<br />
I may not know what,<br />
but I do know I don’t want to<br />
get caught red-handed with it<br />
<br />
ah, speaking of red,<br />
that guy just spotted me and he’s<br />
waving a red scarf<br />
in a rather seductive way as if<br />
deflecting my dismissive mien<br />
<br />
OK, so that’s his game: I flirt right<br />
back letting him believe what he will<br />
<br />
just as long as he doesn’t figure out<br />
before I do, what I’m trying to steal<br />
<br />
who knows, I may lose out (as I often <br />
do) if he decides to take it for himself<br />
<br />
<br />
[two tanka and three two-liners on a dream of 3-22-20. This is a more than usually dense dream to “unpack.” So, I’ll leave it for later and maybe pull some Tarot cards on it. I can say now that it’s jam-packed with multi-level associations. E.g., there's a lot of covid19 anxiety under it all, especially on how will we survive the empty supermarket shelves, and such. And that red scarf: wow, although it actually feels more like someone waving a red flag at a bull. </i>😊<i> Also, I woke up this morning with a broken blood vessel in my right eye (rare that that ever happens). So, I’ve got a weird looking red-eye. After just now choosing the photomorph to go with this poem, I think maybe its content and title may reveal the dream's deepest level. Photomorph “Coming Apart at the Seams” (Screenshots-many 2-04-19 [7])]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-71814733789499071202020-03-17T14:17:00.000-07:002020-03-17T14:17:02.280-07:00EN LA LUZ DE LA LUNA (photomorph) & ST. PATRICKS' DAY 2020 (writing) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfM52JWhz4FweFrVmjnsVqVJaXi9Oavw2cA-O0ueaKYLQwMhPsRKqgt0I_9aVfSX2tt1HEThWmt_EXavnxhgj6Nt6tExo4yR2MYJoqNeG3LXjzB-5JsRuFZEqrIn2E2YCNq4CdYg/s1600/PICT1816+v2b+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="430" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfM52JWhz4FweFrVmjnsVqVJaXi9Oavw2cA-O0ueaKYLQwMhPsRKqgt0I_9aVfSX2tt1HEThWmt_EXavnxhgj6Nt6tExo4yR2MYJoqNeG3LXjzB-5JsRuFZEqrIn2E2YCNq4CdYg/s320/PICT1816+v2b+d%2526p.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2020<br />
<br />
yeah, it’s a fine St. Patrick’s Day, this one, six degrees<br />
… no, make that 6 <u>feet</u> of separation (or more) …<br />
between each Irishman or any other humans, for that matter<br />
<br />
with Covid19* on the march, stealthy and stone sober,<br />
there’s only danger in silly parades or in raising a pint <br />
(or two, or three) in crowded, music lathered bars<br />
<br />
I keep recalling what I saw from a third story hotel window<br />
that summer when I was twelve and unable to sleep,<br />
a combination of anxiety and intense charley horses<br />
knotting me up:<br />
<br />
a listing drunk, the moonlight his only company as he<br />
marched sloppily alone down the middle of the hushed<br />
and totally empty boulevard, singing boldly off-key, <br />
as he somehow managed to keep the make shift flag <br />
of his shirt atop the stick he waved through <br />
the chilly night air<br />
<br />
a parade all to himself,<br />
or was it a surrender<br />
<br />
<br />
[written 3-17-20. *Also incorrectly referred to as the Coronavirus. Photomorph “En Luz de la Luna” (Archival Pix 6-3-09 1816v2b) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-61376737722158425932020-03-14T14:59:00.001-07:002020-03-14T14:59:36.277-07:00CLEANING DAY (photomorph) & "new house program ..." (scifaiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1P3OKPZIYXI1TH2vyh9nIsR49o60UMInNZMsMTrtw4Adgm-6tchLEEZRMGbPs3hDFBXJfJDZyCm0P3hEG7zF_GDS381EkHiMcvOi03CXXuxSU2BiJ3xR2nlaeieA1VufoDTSDg/s1600/PICT1726+v14d++%25284%2529+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="325" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1P3OKPZIYXI1TH2vyh9nIsR49o60UMInNZMsMTrtw4Adgm-6tchLEEZRMGbPs3hDFBXJfJDZyCm0P3hEG7zF_GDS381EkHiMcvOi03CXXuxSU2BiJ3xR2nlaeieA1VufoDTSDg/s320/PICT1726+v14d++%25284%2529+d%2526p.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
new house program<br />
semi-sentient dust bunnies<br />
exterminated<br />
<br />
[scifaiku written/posted 1/12/06, slight tweak made today. “Scifaiku” = a haiku-like form with a sci-fi, fantasy, horror, or cosmological theme. Used to write a great deal of them years back. In fact, a Yahoo scifaiku group was where I spent a lot of time back in the 1990’s when I got my first internet connected computer. (And I credit a couple of its members with helping me learn more about writing haiku, especially when I first came to the scifaiku group.) BTW, I chose this one out of the huge file I have of my scifaiku as I’m in the midst of a struggle to get my rooms straightened out and thoroughly cleaned up. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a “house program” to do that cleaning? </i>😊<i> Photomorph “Cleaning Day” (Archival Pix 5-25-09 [2nd folder with this date] 1726 14d[4]) by Roswila]<br />
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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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-24349796360741163592020-03-12T14:41:00.000-07:002020-03-12T14:43:32.356-07:00STRUGGLING TO GET A GRIP (photomorph) & "elevator free fall..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZbPOLdp9Sw_erqQgnqcB-ywvh2pTKE_VvAUBKwxlgeaIEjj2tlJU8pv2p9JSv6joIh2u0lveXn0AZxtSEE5cw6hA-oEDNOBwMfJsTWE9_zDOulRte6-AKMjRnrpDLZw3BB-9Sw/s1600/PICT1718_edited+v3+d%2526p+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="640" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZbPOLdp9Sw_erqQgnqcB-ywvh2pTKE_VvAUBKwxlgeaIEjj2tlJU8pv2p9JSv6joIh2u0lveXn0AZxtSEE5cw6hA-oEDNOBwMfJsTWE9_zDOulRte6-AKMjRnrpDLZw3BB-9Sw/s320/PICT1718_edited+v3+d%2526p+%25283%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
elevator free fall<br />
limbs straight out I jam myself<br />
above the floor<br />
<br />
<br />
[dream haiku, dreamed/written/posted January 2007. Kinda, sorta reminds me of the anxiety this Covid19 pandemic is generating. I work at staying on an even keel but it’s quite a chore. Other than the spread of the virus itself, what makes me craziest is all the conflicting (and often just plain mis-) information coming at us 24/7. Today’s (re)post is from those same ancient, handwritten notebooks of my dream haiku that I’ve been reviewing for some time now. Photomorph “Struggling to Get a Grip” (Archival Old Pix 5-25-09 1718ev3[3]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-2766538249115621532020-03-11T11:47:00.003-07:002020-03-11T11:52:58.060-07:00 THE CHERRY WOOD (photomorph) & "her tee shirt pocket ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBaqrdGOBAnv-f4S0USaOTJZj3ztFDpJuQNQNYBCVeIvGWDMs3shlpsxiNWLknC5WqcC9Ds8-7EtF5U90-kMA1HZsCQo6DNRZTS23mdLPoNAkzKwBde-akMMvHm7EcGCbJjPC7g/s1600/2019-01-25+%252842%2529%25282%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="933" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDBaqrdGOBAnv-f4S0USaOTJZj3ztFDpJuQNQNYBCVeIvGWDMs3shlpsxiNWLknC5WqcC9Ds8-7EtF5U90-kMA1HZsCQo6DNRZTS23mdLPoNAkzKwBde-akMMvHm7EcGCbJjPC7g/s320/2019-01-25+%252842%2529%25282%2529+d%2526p.png" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
her tee shirt pocket<br />
ripe with screen-printed cherries<br />
he touches one<br />
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[dream haiku written/posted 9-30-06, about an even older dream. I had some sort of vaguely romantic encounter in my dreams last night. But not enough recall to write anything about it. So, when I came across this really old dream haiku just now, it seemed the right post for today in lieu of the lost dream(s) of last night. </i>😊<i> BTW, this one is from that on-going, glacially slow review I’m completing of my ancient, handwritten dream haiku notebooks. Also, I slightly tweaked today's dream haiku to clarify the scene. Photomorph “The Cherry Wood” (1-25-19[42][2]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-66007610789729936482020-03-10T12:49:00.000-07:002020-03-10T12:49:07.391-07:00BUNDLES OF MOONLIGHT (photomorph) & "children in the surf..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ipr1-aMfaz5FGWr7ozGZoO6fO9-GEPmktSpz7kqW4jIgPFwx75-8_cQgU2EtiYMEruE5gwdUh9fw-f7gjMlPDBT-bMaNVUdPPidRxqoX9Mt3IqJdC00SGY3fMEZyOGaEPybzhg/s1600/2019-10-16+%25289%2529%25282%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="625" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ipr1-aMfaz5FGWr7ozGZoO6fO9-GEPmktSpz7kqW4jIgPFwx75-8_cQgU2EtiYMEruE5gwdUh9fw-f7gjMlPDBT-bMaNVUdPPidRxqoX9Mt3IqJdC00SGY3fMEZyOGaEPybzhg/s320/2019-10-16+%25289%2529%25282%2529+d%2526p.png" width="210" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
children in the surf<br />
my two empty satchels<br />
under the moonlight<br />
<br />
<br />
[dream haiku, dreamed/written/posted June 2008. Never did really grasp this dream. But have always liked its ambience, even though I can read what’s happening as a loss or as a birthing. The dream memory is like that picture that when you look at it one way, it’s of two people in profile, looking at each other. And seen another way, the pic is of a chalice-like cup. BTW, this dream haiku is from that review I’ve been slowly completing of my ancient, handwritten dream haiku notebooks. Photomorph “Bundles of Moonlight” (Screenshots 3 10-16-10[9][2]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-26429799855568292702020-03-09T12:10:00.001-07:002020-03-09T12:19:34.797-07:00HONEY GLAZE (photo) & HONEY (dream tanka series) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYK7WzqhpwMfTKfxhujMZCMAYGjg3R0-wKQwQmQND90ehyXUpxX46EisBD_VeLtWGu0s1peOx4iGmeejRAlliQA7UkGkObR6IIJbBIMDNzrPIj__vCJtL6IXNpirS-m51N9m09A/s1600/2019-01-25+%252823%2529%257B2%257D+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="865" height="135" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYK7WzqhpwMfTKfxhujMZCMAYGjg3R0-wKQwQmQND90ehyXUpxX46EisBD_VeLtWGu0s1peOx4iGmeejRAlliQA7UkGkObR6IIJbBIMDNzrPIj__vCJtL6IXNpirS-m51N9m09A/s320/2019-01-25+%252823%2529%257B2%257D+d%2526p.png" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
HONEY<br />
<br />
setting up for bees …<br />
again … it should seem rather odd<br />
after all this time<br />
but it doesn’t, and she hasn’t even<br />
figured out why she wants to do so<br />
<br />
ah, she thinks, as she <br />
lets the bees loose, the old bird cage she <br />
housed them in before<br />
will suffice nicely -- they’ll fly right into<br />
the lockable cage once the vine’s hung in it<br />
<br />
she throws away a<br />
lot of the old cutesy cage furniture to<br />
focus on the vine,<br />
that long leafy line that was strung inside<br />
the cage, giving the bees their natural food<br />
<br />
it’s quite a challenge<br />
to get it hung properly again so it<br />
will not only grow<br />
lushly, but be accessible to the<br />
hungry crowd of bees that will arrive<br />
<br />
yep, who’s actually<br />
the busier of the bees beginning to <br />
buzz all around here?<br />
she’d forgotten how much is involved<br />
in keeping honey makers satisfied<br />
<br />
<br />
[tanka series on a dream of 3-8-20. I’ve been incubating dreams (asking things of my dreams as I go to sleep) for several nights now and have not felt the response(s) to be all that helpful (or understandable in some instances). Though it took me quite a while to get at what this dream above is saying, it is a response to last night’s incubation request. A surprising one, that I initially misinterpreted to be about someone else. But it’s about me. Very simply put, a challenge to “sweeten up.” There’s much more to it than this, as bees are a multi-level symbol. However, it’s chock full just carrying that “sweeten up” message to cranky and getting more and more bitter, me. </i>😊<i> Photo “Honey Glaze” (Screenshots-many, 1-25-19[23][2]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-22632551767377190422020-03-08T14:04:00.002-07:002020-03-08T14:06:49.411-07:00NIGHT'S DISTILLATE (photo) & THE SEARCH FOR AN ALEMBIC (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdijIoukeY9jWnAopXn5WQRrF9-_TahcdSfRdLklaCH5eNNgnGOISQnBTKcj9z2ojEmm0CpFL72MRzcO0LjCwWTKNE3EZPmaohHTaEcBwRISgSJDMNJ-EEt2ROG8xFQng3pRQ1Kg/s1600/2019-02-04+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="527" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdijIoukeY9jWnAopXn5WQRrF9-_TahcdSfRdLklaCH5eNNgnGOISQnBTKcj9z2ojEmm0CpFL72MRzcO0LjCwWTKNE3EZPmaohHTaEcBwRISgSJDMNJ-EEt2ROG8xFQng3pRQ1Kg/s320/2019-02-04+%25285%2529.png" width="201" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
THE SEARCH FOR AN ALEMBIC<br />
<br />
no, the point isn’t to get rid of her emotion<br />
riddled, constantly morphing memories, no,<br />
not at all; but rather to find an alembic large<br />
and strong enough to bear their sticky<br />
overblown weight, and once heat is applied,<br />
watch the body charged emotions sink<br />
heavily to its bottom half, while at the top<br />
the misty shapes of memories float, as free<br />
and clear as any distilled aromatic essence,<br />
no longer freighted with the husks and<br />
skeletons, nails, planks, and bricks forced<br />
upon them at their very conception; the thing<br />
then? don’t expose those fragile, clarified,<br />
and easily manipulated memories to the<br />
emotional body’s pummeling ravages<br />
but bottle them safely away, like rare<br />
essences on a perfumer’s closet shelves, <br />
to which her rational mind <br />
holds the only key<br />
<br />
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[non-dream free verse poem, being distilled for a couple weeks. I’ve kept editing this one, hoping I’d finally get it into presentable form. Many times, I’d then go to post it and see something else I really wanted to change or add or delete. And I’d be off on another heavy edit. Today I’ve reached the end of the line (or as far as the aromatic line of this piece I’ve been trailing after seems to be able to reach) and I’m posting it. But it still feels undone. Well, it’s not unusual that I’ve edited poems of mine that were many years old. So, maybe after it’s set here for a good length of time the inspiration will hit for the right edits, and I’ll wind up a bit more comfortable with it after fussing at it again. BTW, here’s a pic from Wikipedia of an alembic of a type similar to the kind I was seeing my mind while working on this poem. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSx_AfFm1CBZLevFxbp3saC9oRAA0JBt6g05aXpt4Fwc8pUNxfoHh0MtrsJdxFOHKmMUMGyWlEgFQ5377hFPATOKOoI2XW5zsEUTCbbZDEpaXPzGpddxNZ3tL3LOL1EzeIMcKLQ/s1600/Alembic_%2528PSF%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSx_AfFm1CBZLevFxbp3saC9oRAA0JBt6g05aXpt4Fwc8pUNxfoHh0MtrsJdxFOHKmMUMGyWlEgFQ5377hFPATOKOoI2XW5zsEUTCbbZDEpaXPzGpddxNZ3tL3LOL1EzeIMcKLQ/s200/Alembic_%2528PSF%2529.jpg" width="200" height="198" data-original-width="426" data-original-height="422" /></a><br />
Oh, I forgot to also mention that the initial inspiration for this poem came from a fascinating and strange old book I’m reading and have not yet finished: “Perfume,” by Patrick Suskind. Where I’m at in the story, the protagonist is now experimenting with consolidation (of a sort), as opposed to distillation (separating). <br />
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Photo “Night’s Distillate” (Screenshots-many, 2-4-19[5]) by Roswila] <br />
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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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-12284829369954597862020-03-07T13:53:00.001-08:002020-03-08T12:47:16.326-07:00SHINING THROUGH (photo) & "the sun shining through ..." (haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUevmq5ApiEpsfKh_3jVqm1m8pMjHHU79HXwMxeXOIdvvX-bAIp6D8ri98CPqMpgWSvd9Jd0SvECjALXN_kYWPyCAgd6lT75Ok7hFNN7ek_32LraFyl4M3jWPzRbd6_YP5xoqfog/s1600/2019-10-15+%252830%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUevmq5ApiEpsfKh_3jVqm1m8pMjHHU79HXwMxeXOIdvvX-bAIp6D8ri98CPqMpgWSvd9Jd0SvECjALXN_kYWPyCAgd6lT75Ok7hFNN7ek_32LraFyl4M3jWPzRbd6_YP5xoqfog/s320/2019-10-15+%252830%2529+d%2526p.png" width="218" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
the sun shining through<br />
a slice of lemon meringue pie<br />
her surprised laughter<br />
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[In fond memory of Helen Fredlund, who passed away on March 1st. She was in her mid-90’s and I’d had the delight to be her friend for the 12 years I’ve been living here. The “her” in this haiku was Helen. </i><font color="green">“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in this world die away...” Author unknown.<i></font> Photo "Shining Through" (Screenshots 3, 10-15-19[30]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-47317621346845285242020-03-06T12:03:00.000-08:002020-03-06T12:11:40.571-08:00"Come on Baby, Let's Do the Twist" (photo) & "they've chopped down ..." (dream haiku pair) by Roswila <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikN8Uc2ppBeg5gbfHbzqqOjjKsx2NkEXIc_Ergzjq64IWfsKxEhk-LVRvzTpH4brXJlQyyM_hqFfS3AwdIUsAX9PY_FqUFYvHk9Sv1n6W832c-SEqk0oTDQvhWnuHnuRAAVr6CSQ/s1600/2019-01-25+%25287%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="613" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikN8Uc2ppBeg5gbfHbzqqOjjKsx2NkEXIc_Ergzjq64IWfsKxEhk-LVRvzTpH4brXJlQyyM_hqFfS3AwdIUsAX9PY_FqUFYvHk9Sv1n6W832c-SEqk0oTDQvhWnuHnuRAAVr6CSQ/s320/2019-01-25+%25287%2529+d%2526p.png" width="305" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
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they’ve chopped down<br />
the oracular tree! (but, shhh,<br />
it’s not the real one …<br />
<br />
the true psychic tree<br />
still stands in a wide stream,<br />
haven of the wild)<br />
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[dream haiku pair, dreamed/written/posted October 2006. This pair has been heavily tweaked for this posting. I’d always liked the dream but never been all that happy with the writing. As it stands (pun intended) now, it more accurately reflects the experience of the dream. And as I’ve said here before, yes, I do often recall old dreams. Especially after reading some poem or other I’ve written about them. (I came across a dream haiku I wrote several years back on a dream that was 40 years old.) BTW, this pair is another from that review of my ancient, handwritten, dream haiku note books. Photo “Come on Baby, Let’s Do the Twist” (Screenshots-many 1-25-19[7]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-44688568461477659682020-03-03T14:06:00.000-08:002020-03-03T14:19:17.977-08:00BOXED IN (photomorph) & "one man, swears rescue ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR940NNOFpyhG24coSj41y8-Lo65lt8pkwjh3ISITyhbhOPU-SpwkC1Chqtu3NSZDa81olFrbvuyJYqYhdKKFhhx6SLTPitWWTxM18cFrLZw7dziJ1H8r9EoC3mXOjjXeIoNNkSg/s1600/PICT2988+v10+%25282%2529+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="416" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR940NNOFpyhG24coSj41y8-Lo65lt8pkwjh3ISITyhbhOPU-SpwkC1Chqtu3NSZDa81olFrbvuyJYqYhdKKFhhx6SLTPitWWTxM18cFrLZw7dziJ1H8r9EoC3mXOjjXeIoNNkSg/s320/PICT2988+v10+%25282%2529+d%2526p.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
one man, swears rescue<br />
another, threatens rape<br />
a priest, demands pay<br />
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[dream haiku, dreamed/written Feb. 2007, re-posted today. I did some tweaking to bring it closer to the dream I recall; yes, I still recall it; some dreams are very "sticky". It's another of those from the review I was doing a while back of my ancient handwritten dream haiku notebooks. This ‘ku clearly carries on with the mood of my previous two re-postings (see immediately below). Photomorph “Boxed In” (6-28-09 2988v10[2]) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-85511125802712394992020-03-02T12:18:00.000-08:002020-03-02T12:27:40.771-08:00ONLY THE WIND EVER VISITS (photo) & "he feels rejected ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI-H6_QN0Q9ZUrD1ijHjK4hgTS8_KLmrVs6x2LAcsrW4xkM0T7kNAYgVnMvKdeibMl2ahUUSHxLXIB9tKzHPQcGjG2AJ0Xs1i-AZHiyEq7mbiXB5miICZChR8_c3HwEdHjD_CGw/s1600/PICT2996_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="430" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMI-H6_QN0Q9ZUrD1ijHjK4hgTS8_KLmrVs6x2LAcsrW4xkM0T7kNAYgVnMvKdeibMl2ahUUSHxLXIB9tKzHPQcGjG2AJ0Xs1i-AZHiyEq7mbiXB5miICZChR8_c3HwEdHjD_CGw/s320/PICT2996_edited.JPG" width="215" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
he feels rejected<br />
she leaves me when she pleases<br />
I can’t win<br />
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[dream haiku, dreamed/posted late January 2008 (only a couple weeks before I moved here from New York City to CA). I just went plowing through some of my blog’s really old posts and this one popped out at me. It could be read as the life-long consequences of the old dream haiku I re-posted here on Leap Day. Photo “Only the Wind Ever Visits” (6-28-09 2996e) by Roswila]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-48224978974868060132020-02-29T13:26:00.001-08:002020-02-29T13:30:27.175-08:00SUBROSA (photomorph) & "she derides my pain..." (dream haiku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAge-BkWBFZH7O3SVm5insLsqYc9rQiH7tLhFmTkxIykpFEASaoAxWi7z0cirLGmqoxcR7uegzhwOCl-xeuPA6AvCdq-odK2vKxLsPJlbns6NANyDqrceCBICS79Grvo8IFqNayg/s1600/2019-10-21+%252888%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="727" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAge-BkWBFZH7O3SVm5insLsqYc9rQiH7tLhFmTkxIykpFEASaoAxWi7z0cirLGmqoxcR7uegzhwOCl-xeuPA6AvCdq-odK2vKxLsPJlbns6NANyDqrceCBICS79Grvo8IFqNayg/s320/2019-10-21+%252888%2529+d%2526p.png" width="311" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
she derides my pain<br />
he mashes me under the table<br />
family dinner<br />
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<br />
[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]<br />
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</i></div>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). <br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-11065537345206319002020-02-27T13:53:00.000-08:002020-02-27T13:54:45.643-08:00TRANSIENT TWOSOME (photo) & TWO DREAMKU/ONE NIGHT (pair of dreamku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GaQY_BL_rDvN7Xpzuoxerpzd2MsF5yI1O_VH4Q0_FmudxjqwC9kBt2JsfAFABW-hip4rQmS8B-8BoS5yMMQWdH452q-V5beaVh26e2LA5SrfUddBAipdkeO8Xi7l6WJz7R0AVg/s1600/2019-01-25+%25289%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="644" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GaQY_BL_rDvN7Xpzuoxerpzd2MsF5yI1O_VH4Q0_FmudxjqwC9kBt2JsfAFABW-hip4rQmS8B-8BoS5yMMQWdH452q-V5beaVh26e2LA5SrfUddBAipdkeO8Xi7l6WJz7R0AVg/s320/2019-01-25+%25289%2529.png" width="234" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
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TWO DREAMKU/ONE NIGHT<br />
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dream #1<br />
<br />
its name? The Big Sad<br />
though, I add, you may know it by<br />
its common name: Life<br />
<br />
<br />
dream #2<br />
<br />
you’re talking to me?<br />
I know it won’t last but it is nice <br />
being acknowledged<br />
<br />
<br />
[two dreamku, on two separate dreams of 2-26-20. Photo “Transient Twosome” (Screenshots-many 1-25-19[9]) by Roswila]<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
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<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-68307804869214600572020-02-26T11:53:00.000-08:002020-02-26T11:53:40.708-08:00SLOW EXPLOSION (photo) & AT THE AIRPORT (dream) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYmsylUztly5_btFAYfBr22FDSel3w6clLpQwSTfVIaqFHwYAEXPH_hiSam8jV8_IH-gtTEUl0A8Pf-ixJLBBV0SDgjmelLCr8ZxbDDRzEadt_BiScli5b_XuQJfJZwLaC1ZdFA/s1600/PICT1787+d%2526p.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYmsylUztly5_btFAYfBr22FDSel3w6clLpQwSTfVIaqFHwYAEXPH_hiSam8jV8_IH-gtTEUl0A8Pf-ixJLBBV0SDgjmelLCr8ZxbDDRzEadt_BiScli5b_XuQJfJZwLaC1ZdFA/s320/PICT1787+d%2526p.JPG" width="202" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
<br />
AT THE AIRPORT<br />
<br />
there’s a small private plane crash,<br />
here in Lompoc airport; in re-running <br />
my memory of the plane as it came in <br />
for a landing, I get the distinct impression <br />
it was a deliberate smashing onto <br />
the runway, white metal hunks flung <br />
wildly into the air out of a fiery sphere <br />
<br />
my woman friend -- who is in a position <br />
of some sort of power at the airport – <br />
has to leave for a while and tells <br />
(nay, commands) me to call her if I see <br />
another crash about to happen, “STAT!” <br />
she stresses; as I back away slowly <br />
from the end of the narrow runway <br />
where she and I had been standing together, <br />
I wonder if crashes are common here <br />
<br />
then (oh shit) another private plane <br />
is putting down wheels in the same <br />
somehow purposefully wobbly way <br />
as the one that just crashed<br />
… yikes! and we have a second spreading <br />
globe of fire spewing white metal chunks <br />
into the air <br />
<br />
I feel I’ve failed my woman friend, <br />
even if I didn’t see this next disaster coming <br />
(as I did sort of see the first one), <br />
and then I begin to worry about what now <br />
needs to be done <br />
<br />
oh, that’s right, emergency <br />
vehicles are already arriving and I’d <br />
better get on the phone to let my friend <br />
know that (as she’d seemed to suspect <br />
there would be) there’s been<br />
another crash and burn<br />
<br />
<br />
[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]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
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<br />
<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-60064732189908817782020-02-24T11:55:00.000-08:002020-02-24T11:55:36.081-08:00THE MOON'S MADE OF GREEN CHEESE (photomorph) & OUT THE WINDOW (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pA-KtWzCdu1TACdRK3rkUVdpOc33llJ8hyn2H5jAENdGfQbdn71b4uE51z3M4gASj0JorWfFLFNO6Vf222XZJ0h2BDf8DSocJ4ZNd3cexpgnaYaL6cNYVeS71yxXwPl_eTYJCA/s1600/2019-02-09+%25285%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="687" data-original-width="669" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pA-KtWzCdu1TACdRK3rkUVdpOc33llJ8hyn2H5jAENdGfQbdn71b4uE51z3M4gASj0JorWfFLFNO6Vf222XZJ0h2BDf8DSocJ4ZNd3cexpgnaYaL6cNYVeS71yxXwPl_eTYJCA/s320/2019-02-09+%25285%2529.png" width="311" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
OUT THE WINDOW<br />
<br />
he rushes away,<br />
no mention of where he’s going<br />
or when he’ll be back;<br />
you imply that he needn’t have said<br />
anything, even if I am his sister<br />
<br />
and even if to me, yours is an endlessly<br />
strange small town he and I have landed in<br />
<br />
well, I disagree, and all too heartily: we<br />
travelled this far keeping each other informed<br />
<br />
and I never put any sort of leash on him,<br />
metaphorically speaking or otherwise<br />
<br />
so, why’d his courtesy and caring go right out<br />
the window when this huge full moon rolled in<br />
<br />
<br />
[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]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
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<br />
<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-35106519697188618002020-02-23T13:38:00.000-08:002020-02-23T13:43:44.623-08:00SWORDS OF CTHULTHU (photo) & THE DARK SPACE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhPim6WQVZt7U6iXXFq85pmRauBn3CgRGuro7ZEN3h0XBBBFIC43qcKzsfTFG4i30IujrXRvVjIGEfFMOMeI8KFqxmfljiog9SIzEt1qif_6WWrAo5-kFgW5G-IDBDkcHHnqZfw/s1600/2019-10-21+%252873%2529%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="673" data-original-width="668" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidhPim6WQVZt7U6iXXFq85pmRauBn3CgRGuro7ZEN3h0XBBBFIC43qcKzsfTFG4i30IujrXRvVjIGEfFMOMeI8KFqxmfljiog9SIzEt1qif_6WWrAo5-kFgW5G-IDBDkcHHnqZfw/s320/2019-10-21+%252873%2529%25282%2529.png" width="317" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
THE DARK SPACE<br />
<br />
the dark space before me (is it a lightless night<br />
sky or my equally unenlightened mind) releases<br />
Tarot card after Tarot card up into its blackboard-<br />
like expanse, floating each card into view for my <br />
perusal as if from a profound well, (OK, maybe <br />
not for me alone, but here I stand, content to be<br />
by myself and taking in this unique show); none <br />
of the cards are from traditional decks, many re-<br />
quiring much thinking on my part to recall their<br />
titles and standard, one-word meanings; it’s all<br />
great fun, not any sort of fortune telling, just<br />
the kind of delight that comes from losing one’s<br />
self in a familiar pursuit that’s taking some new<br />
twists and turns, necessitating intense concentra-<br />
tion and leaving everything else behind in some<br />
ignored place for now: ah! this last deck is one I <br />
readily I.D. (and how do I know it’s the last? <br />
because light has begun to curl ever so vaguely <br />
at the edges of the blackboard-like space), as one <br />
after another of its cards appear before me like <br />
good soldiers in an army from another time, nay, <br />
another planet; I quickly recall each card’s most <br />
basic meaning while it fades away and the next <br />
card “steps up;” but when what should be the last <br />
of the Majors* slips away, another card, and then <br />
a second rises, each darker both visually and by <br />
association, than any of the previous in this odd <br />
deck; I find, however, that I relate to them quite <br />
well, especially the very last one in this alien <br />
pack as it floats/hangs there in the air longer than <br />
any card so far: I get an intuitive take on it but <br />
want to know what it was designed to “say;” <br />
I catch a glimpse of an other-worldly soldier/<br />
creature in the lower left corner of the card; it’s <br />
both mildly fear inducing (H.P. Lovecraft anyone?) <br />
and amusing in its silvery line drawing, the name <br />
of its race clearly printed beneath it: GRUND; well, <br />
I think (as this final card for the evening melts into <br />
what is now left of the dark), was that a misprint? <br />
was it meant to read “Grunge” (more of the light <br />
laughter I’ve had on and off viewing this march <br />
of Tarot cards), but, no, I can’t imagine after all <br />
these accurately produced Tarot cards, that the last <br />
would bear a mistake, and what does it matter <br />
anyway? being able to laugh may be life’s final <br />
saving grace, once everything is laid out <br />
in the advancing dark<br />
<br />
<br />
[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: <a href="http://roswila-tarot.blogspot.com/">Roswila's Tarot Gallery & Journal</a>, <a href="http://taigatarot.blogspot.com/">Roswila's Taiga Tarot</a> and <a href="http://themarkertarot.blogspot.com/">The Marker Tarot</a>. Photo “Swords of Cthulthu” (Screenshots 6, 10-21-19(73)[2]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
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<br />
<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-72827049101064680292020-02-20T14:12:00.001-08:002020-02-20T14:13:43.663-08:00BALLAD FOR THE MOON (photomorph) & "her car's rocket boost..." (dreamku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91NMgJsLhvtwkdK9_kpvTTSKcgw9JtPiItma1umgIpdApa9J3d9gkKOrIXUNhBpEX5mAF2gYMU6GMRPHMda04i6xVuPtVuoDf4odx9oMiyGjSKRhgqGe7OYAK-7jy2HKV2gLZgA/s1600/2020-02-20+%25285%2529+d%2526p.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91NMgJsLhvtwkdK9_kpvTTSKcgw9JtPiItma1umgIpdApa9J3d9gkKOrIXUNhBpEX5mAF2gYMU6GMRPHMda04i6xVuPtVuoDf4odx9oMiyGjSKRhgqGe7OYAK-7jy2HKV2gLZgA/s320/2020-02-20+%25285%2529+d%2526p.png" width="315" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
her car’s rocket boost:<br />
isn’t that cheating, even if at last<br />
she’ll reach the moon?<br />
<br />
<br />
[dreamku on a dream of 2-19-20. Photo “Ballad for the Moon” (Screenshots 9, 2-20-20[5]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-2378686090528479962020-02-19T12:23:00.000-08:002020-02-19T12:23:21.468-08:00SPRING TUMBLES IN (photomorph) & THE VIEW FROM A BALCONY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyovZx8Ar9vVIgaN9G5yRpwwhM67dWlRn2ZUFItg9W4oGzzAI0hGbsgblLi9USnox_TsyWFif0kJb6a-hN8J9ou5G0CpkUfZKUGumgonXX0s2ipEg3MNZG_jhMMcTUxPxDuIvSw/s1600/PICT2929+v3b2+%25282%2529+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="640" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyovZx8Ar9vVIgaN9G5yRpwwhM67dWlRn2ZUFItg9W4oGzzAI0hGbsgblLi9USnox_TsyWFif0kJb6a-hN8J9ou5G0CpkUfZKUGumgonXX0s2ipEg3MNZG_jhMMcTUxPxDuIvSw/s320/PICT2929+v3b2+%25282%2529+d%2526p.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
THE VIEW FROM A BALCONY<br />
<br />
… and there you go, walking steadily away from <br />
me as usual, toward some goal I can make a pretty<br />
good guess at but don’t feel compelled to anymore; <br />
your broad shoulders briefly block the bright white <br />
bloom of light off an even more distant car window, <br />
its now snuffed out nova-like beauty recalling <br />
the passion I had for you, back when I still believed <br />
in an unconscious way that I’d stay young forever <br />
(or at least, not bear this increasing decrepitude): <br />
didn’t my intensely lively desire for you prove that? <br />
a glorified desire the likes of which I’d not known <br />
in all the earlier years of frustrated yearning towards <br />
some male of the species … and you walk on through <br />
this soft almost spring afternoon, the bloom <br />
reappearing as you reach the car and then pass it by, <br />
its stunning white, windmill-like arms already shrinking <br />
as the sun’s angle changes, as distant and ultimately <br />
fleeting as that now faded passion for you<br />
<br />
<br />
[non-dream poem written 2-17-20. Photomorph “Spring Tumbles In” (Archival Old Pix 7, 29293b2[2]) by Roswila]<br />
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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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-70062028353886519202020-02-17T12:22:00.000-08:002020-02-17T12:33:47.970-08:00SCRIBBLES (photo) & AGAINST THE WALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BfSj08fjWHTOoMbxdshCabelwsK1FoBNRfieLDr6695_LwMCcQFinK75XLqh016sEzSGRuJlFG92wFLckTp-tqoZ74Tq5iseWk5iJebAXspRi8r8r7t-dFNNIFCjS9T1U41-nQ/s1600/SDC10007_edited+%25282%2529+d%2526p.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BfSj08fjWHTOoMbxdshCabelwsK1FoBNRfieLDr6695_LwMCcQFinK75XLqh016sEzSGRuJlFG92wFLckTp-tqoZ74Tq5iseWk5iJebAXspRi8r8r7t-dFNNIFCjS9T1U41-nQ/s320/SDC10007_edited+%25282%2529+d%2526p.JPG" width="215" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
AGAINST THE WALL<br />
<br />
why this need not only to dig it all up, but<br />
to express it? decades of pain exhumed<br />
and for what? the perpetrators won’t ever<br />
hear of it and even if they did would not<br />
recognize her, much less themselves in the<br />
agonizing memories that line her inside<br />
life like dried blood and artificial flowers;<br />
<br />
and yet, she persists in remembering, turning <br />
over rock after rock to find the fractured <br />
aspects of her life, fragments she put down <br />
herself, mostly mercy killings but many<br />
a matter of self-defense, and buried; <br />
<br />
some expressed, some not, but <br />
all seen for how they were broken: <br />
by betrayals and rejections, <br />
lies and promises never even<br />
intended to be kept, <br />
humiliations and outright assaults, <br />
each lobbed at her in its own time <br />
like a hail of stones, as she stood, <br />
once again backed up alone against <br />
the impossible wall of life; <br />
<br />
her own writing snaking across the wall,<br />
writhing beneath her shoulder blades <br />
like living graffiti<br />
<br />
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[non-dream, free verse poem written 2-15-20. Yeah, big time self-pity here. But, it too, needs expression. At least for me, or all it does is fester and make things worse. And, to a certain degree, it’s not self-pity in that I do think I’ve had a rougher row to hoe than many folk. I could go on explaining that but won’t. Suffice it to say that the introverted intuitive artistic type suffers a lot at the hands of this society. Even as it yearns to share what it has discovered and/or created. Not to leave out, of course, the prejudices and sexual abuses I suffered as a woman and as a girl-child, and especially as a large-bodied woman. Then there’s the admittedly strangely innocent way I have of understanding many things that people miscomprehend and often take unreasonable offense at, and so on. There’s more, but what I’ve said so far is more than enough for comments to a rather meh poem. Photo “Scribbles” (Archival Old Pix 1, 10007ed[2]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-26532977350175106352020-02-16T15:29:00.000-08:002020-02-16T15:34:16.659-08:00CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER (photomorph) & STREET SCENE AT MIDNIGHT (free verse dream poem) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3fKY0323DG-8bbjvEAbYoJMyJbXbAWZLXepahlthQJayN_7xuFH8ETvTB86Vc_61E3KW0WmqfWA5aWuosBDjPslJlFryo4qENq9jfoRl9f5KcdF5rmMlQvf4ei6maXrV6Op17Q/s1600/PICT8515_edited+v2d+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="395" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3fKY0323DG-8bbjvEAbYoJMyJbXbAWZLXepahlthQJayN_7xuFH8ETvTB86Vc_61E3KW0WmqfWA5aWuosBDjPslJlFryo4qENq9jfoRl9f5KcdF5rmMlQvf4ei6maXrV6Op17Q/s320/PICT8515_edited+v2d+d%2526p.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
STREET SCENE AT MIDNIGHT<br />
<br />
the shadow woman’s so dark and featureless,<br />
how can I tell she’s a woman, yet I can, and<br />
even at this distance I see that she’s solid,<br />
flesh-like, not your usual, smokey phantom;<br />
maybe it’s that Devil-in-the-form-of-a-Queen<br />
standing behind her that outlines her deep<br />
darkness quite clearly, like a very bright sun; <br />
<br />
and how do I know these two odd figures are<br />
married? this Devil-Queen in her royal, old <br />
timey finery, leaning possessively against <br />
the back of this solidified phantom woman, <br />
yet I do know they handfasted long ago; <br />
<br />
and, somehow, I also sense I should be <br />
more than able to comprehend what all this <br />
says to me, but there they stand in a fuzzy<br />
circle of pale lamp light, like a frozen <br />
semaphore symbol awaiting translation <br />
before morphing into the next part <br />
of the message<br />
<br />
<br />
[free verse poem on a dream of 2-14-20. Another dream that’s jam packed. But that’s not to say I feel I’ve gotten a good grip on it, I haven’t. The most central idea here may be that of Jung’s concept of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_(psychology)">the shadow</a>. However, many other sorts of associations and ruminations rise each time I read this dream/poem. Photomorph “Can’t Have One Without the Other” (12-6-09 8515 v2d) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
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<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25737357.post-73504905142075414982020-02-14T12:39:00.000-08:002020-02-14T12:42:47.856-08:00THE BATTER BUBBLES (photomorph) & "she nears wakefulness..." (dreamku) by Roswila<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1p-W9p4OrKSk07L1tZkZCFE4CXnzpBL55kqeUR8mRTvNVMyjOPaGbcxRZFab8XRTSPDaCxPs6LC_jwB7I2XReTTyn6c_SqmTkHTnUwCJfRRzopvT5ji_jC69Y9sxVdvFmd1Yx4A/s1600/006+v4a+%25283%2529+d%2526p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="693" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1p-W9p4OrKSk07L1tZkZCFE4CXnzpBL55kqeUR8mRTvNVMyjOPaGbcxRZFab8XRTSPDaCxPs6LC_jwB7I2XReTTyn6c_SqmTkHTnUwCJfRRzopvT5ji_jC69Y9sxVdvFmd1Yx4A/s320/006+v4a+%25283%2529+d%2526p.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><b><i><br />
she nears wakefulness,<br />
humming, a hot pancake turning over<br />
but at whose hand<br />
<br />
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[dreamku on a dream of 2-13-20. BTW, <font color="red">HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY!</font> Photomorph “The Batter Bubbles” (1-18-18 006v4a[3]) by Roswila]<br />
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<br />
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.<br />
<br />
<div align="center">* * * *</div>until next time, keep dreaming,<br />
<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VGSGS66vvTc/SEw0XIh_EXI/AAAAAAAABdM/Z_jrIaTjfQ8/s1600%20h/roswila+signature.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209596440992485746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGnO932zINPyUGfAwfs_R-6qIoX03LHQHJ7O9B_adDkzGWrSKhTR2U4d3YPyUJJFYjN-WnL1xZ_X_6-A34foHDQ8H4mnXkmaVrfeL3-SNvWieBbbSFHzTxxRiFVlqy0etjIzVYA/s200/roswila+signature.bmp" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" /></a><br />
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[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]<br />
**** 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); <a href="http://tryingtoholdaboxoflight.blogspot.com/">TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT</a>. </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0