WINK FROM AN OVERBLOWN ROSE (photo) & REACHING FOR THE STARS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila]

REACHING FOR THE STARS

that guy I’d once had a brief, fun crush on comments
a bit flirtatiously on how good my feet and legs look:
what a white lie, the only truth is that my socks are clean
(they’re as bright a white as his lie); then that former
roommie of mine, a young woman, makes it obvious by
her behavior she’d not ever been whom I’d believed
her to be: not that modest, almost shy young thing, but
to the contrary, had always been a seductive flirt, even
to the extent of cupping her own fully exposed breasts
for a photo; then there’s Patrick Stewart, a long-time
favorite actor/star of mine: we’re right on the edge of
becoming lovers as he shows up in the dream; as
agreed, I wait for him by my bed, but it’s a big let-
down when he finally arrives; sigh, I’d always known
he might choose to stay true to his wife and it’s clear
that’s what he’s decided to do: he doesn’t even
acknowledge my presence, much less say anything
to me or even just give me a meaningful glance
as he walks to the other side of the bed; he reaches
under the mattress and pulls out a small black book,
tied shut with a matching cord, and leaves; it’s as if
an entire galaxy has disappeared from the night sky,
not just one star; I do not know if I’m repressing tears
but none fall: only echoes fill the emptiness I’ve always
lived with: for you see, I never really believed anyone’s
story, making my life this cosmic accumulation of their
lies or at the very least their self-delusions; I simply
chose to live in denial, rather than stand here like this,
aching in every arthritic joint (a considerable number)
and in what’s left of my heart: yearning still for what
has always been as far out of reach as that one star
still vaguely visible in this cloud ridden night sky


[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]

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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.

SCATTERED BY THE SILENCE (photomorph) & O HOLY NIGHT (on a night's dreams) by Roswila

O HOLY NIGHT

shiver me timbers!
I sing “O Holy Night” on and off
all night in my dreams; even as I dream,
I know this is strange -- I love the music
of old hymns but am not religious --
and though some of the dreamy pleasure
is in knowing I’m hitting the high notes
(and there are plenty in this hymn to miss
given I lost my soprano top years ago)
I think the wish here is for a savior’s
intervention during this pandemic;
and, there you have it, the heart behind
my passionate dream-time singing;
“a new and glorious morn” indeed,
but each time I wake it's still dark out
and filled with an agitating silence;
no UCSB students squealing and laughing
outside my window, no cars and trucks
rolling by or noisy motorbikes:
we’re all sheltering in place trying
to stay on top of this unwelcome silence;
and so, I turn over yet again,
fall back to sleep
and dream-sing the hymn


[written about my dreams of 3-27-20. Here are the lyrics to O HOLY NIGHT that I was singing in my sleep:

O holy night the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees
O hear the angels' voices
O night divine
O night when Christ was born
O night divine o night
O night divine

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.

Photomorph “Scattered by the Silence” (Screenshots 3, 10-15-19[36]) 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.

STAMPEDE (photomorph) & [untitled] (dream haiku & dream monoku) by Roswila

[untitled]

a huge field of folk
burrow beneath the surface
fellow prey

I hide under my covers run to ground


[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]

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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.

COMING APART AT THE SEAMS (photomorph) & WHAT AM I STEALING (mixed format dream poem)

WHAT AM I STEALING

what am I stealing,
over here, by the garbage bins?
I may not know what,
but I do know I don’t want to
get caught red-handed with it

ah, speaking of red,
that guy just spotted me and he’s
waving a red scarf
in a rather seductive way as if
deflecting my dismissive mien

OK, so that’s his game: I flirt right
back letting him believe what he will

just as long as he doesn’t figure out
before I do, what I’m trying to steal

who knows, I may lose out (as I often
do) if he decides to take it for himself


[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. 😊 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])]

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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.

EN LA LUZ DE LA LUNA (photomorph) & ST. PATRICKS' DAY 2020 (writing) by Roswila

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2020

yeah, it’s a fine St. Patrick’s Day, this one, six degrees
… no, make that 6 feet of separation (or more) …
between each Irishman or any other humans, for that matter

with Covid19* on the march, stealthy and stone sober,
there’s only danger in silly parades or in raising a pint
(or two, or three) in crowded, music lathered bars

I keep recalling what I saw from a third story hotel window
that summer when I was twelve and unable to sleep,
a combination of anxiety and intense charley horses
knotting me up:

a listing drunk, the moonlight his only company as he
marched sloppily alone down the middle of the hushed
and totally empty boulevard, singing boldly off-key,
as he somehow managed to keep the make shift flag
of his shirt atop the stick he waved through
the chilly night air

a parade all to himself,
or was it a surrender


[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]

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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.

CLEANING DAY (photomorph) & "new house program ..." (scifaiku) by Roswila

new house program
semi-sentient dust bunnies
exterminated

[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? 😊 Photomorph “Cleaning Day” (Archival Pix 5-25-09 [2nd folder with this date] 1726 14d[4]) 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.

STRUGGLING TO GET A GRIP (photomorph) & "elevator free fall..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

elevator free fall
limbs straight out I jam myself
above the floor


[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]

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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 CHERRY WOOD (photomorph) & "her tee shirt pocket ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

her tee shirt pocket
ripe with screen-printed cherries
he touches one


[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. 😊 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]

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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.

BUNDLES OF MOONLIGHT (photomorph) & "children in the surf..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

children in the surf
my two empty satchels
under the moonlight


[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]

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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.

HONEY GLAZE (photo) & HONEY (dream tanka series) by Roswila

HONEY

setting up for bees …
again … it should seem rather odd
after all this time
but it doesn’t, and she hasn’t even
figured out why she wants to do so

ah, she thinks, as she
lets the bees loose, the old bird cage she
housed them in before
will suffice nicely -- they’ll fly right into
the lockable cage once the vine’s hung in it

she throws away a
lot of the old cutesy cage furniture to
focus on the vine,
that long leafy line that was strung inside
the cage, giving the bees their natural food

it’s quite a challenge
to get it hung properly again so it
will not only grow
lushly, but be accessible to the
hungry crowd of bees that will arrive

yep, who’s actually
the busier of the bees beginning to
buzz all around here?
she’d forgotten how much is involved
in keeping honey makers satisfied


[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. 😊 Photo “Honey Glaze” (Screenshots-many, 1-25-19[23][2]) by Roswila]

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There are many other sorts of posts on this blog. I indicate which are about or influenced by dreams. Some non dream focused posts are book reviews, "regular" poems (some by other writers), scifaiku, writing exercises, Tarot haiku, photos, haiga, and so on. However, most of those are in much older posts. There's a listing by month going back to early 2006, at the end of the sidebar.

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until next time, keep dreaming,





[a/k/a Patricia Kelly]
**** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or poems, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”). Roswila's other blog (dedicated to her photos only, i.e. no poetry or other writing; daily post); TRYING TO HOLD A BOX OF LIGHT.

NIGHT'S DISTILLATE (photo) & THE SEARCH FOR AN ALEMBIC (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila

THE SEARCH FOR AN ALEMBIC

no, the point isn’t to get rid of her emotion
riddled, constantly morphing memories, no,
not at all; but rather to find an alembic large
and strong enough to bear their sticky
overblown weight, and once heat is applied,
watch the body charged emotions sink
heavily to its bottom half, while at the top
the misty shapes of memories float, as free
and clear as any distilled aromatic essence,
no longer freighted with the husks and
skeletons, nails, planks, and bricks forced
upon them at their very conception; the thing
then? don’t expose those fragile, clarified,
and easily manipulated memories to the
emotional body’s pummeling ravages
but bottle them safely away, like rare
essences on a perfumer’s closet shelves,
to which her rational mind
holds the only key


[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.

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).

Photo “Night’s Distillate” (Screenshots-many, 2-4-19[5]) 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.

SHINING THROUGH (photo) & "the sun shining through ..." (haiku) by Roswila

the sun shining through
a slice of lemon meringue pie
her surprised laughter


[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. “No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in this world die away...” Author unknown. Photo "Shining Through" (Screenshots 3, 10-15-19[30]) 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.

"Come on Baby, Let's Do the Twist" (photo) & "they've chopped down ..." (dream haiku pair) by Roswila

they’ve chopped down
the oracular tree! (but, shhh,
it’s not the real one …

the true psychic tree
still stands in a wide stream,
haven of the wild)


[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]

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.

BOXED IN (photomorph) & "one man, swears rescue ..." (dream haiku) by Roswila

one man, swears rescue
another, threatens rape
a priest, demands pay


[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]

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.