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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

NIGHT VISION (photomorph) & DARK PASSAGE (on a dream) by Roswila


DARK PASSAGE

there are those I suppose who’d
say it’s good that the ego/I of this
dream is aware, does not want the car
to crash, a middle-aged woman
asleep at the wheel, and that “I” keep
nudging her on her shoulder as she
(yet again) begins to snooze and bend
over; the same folk might also point
out that this single lane, winding,
countryside road is empty but for our
small car so there’s no chance of
collision with some other vehicle no
matter how we might swerve; but, damn,
there’s all those menacing, thick-boled
trees lining the road and an overall sense
of impending doom; it’s getting dark,
and who knows what waits down some
unseen embankment? just as I begin to
add worry about off-road dangers to
my anxiety list, I notice the driver’s
seat is empty! yikes! …. oh, no, no, not
empty, it seems the ersatz driver has
finally fallen fully asleep at the wheel
and slid down to curl up in the inky
shadows under the dash board; I start
shoving and poking and yelling at her:
“the brake, damnit, the brake, hit the brake
pedal, it’s right there!” even as I grab too
late for the wheel to keep us from going
completely off this nearly night-time
road; I note right away the ground is
very soft, if hilly, and very green in
the last light of day; we roll quickly
and smoothly to a gently tilted full stop
without the brake ever being engaged or
the snoring driver waking up; I sigh with
relief and mumble that there may be worse
strategies one can choose than sleeping
through a dark passage


[dream of 2-18-19. I say “ego/I” as that is where my dream consciousness was centered. BTW, it’s not uncommon for me to dream that either someone else is driving (usually in an appropriate way, but not always) or I’m in the driver’s seat (in those instances, I’m fully aware I don’t know how to drive, which I actually don’t). It’s interesting if I’ll be able to get some meaning out of this dream, other than the “message” at the end. I’ve been pleading with my dreams for help as I fall asleep these days. For some advice or comment or course correction, etc., etc. This morning I find my thoughts coming back, again and again, to that expression “a new normal.” And, yes, there can be a certain amount of relief in embracing that understanding. However, at this stage of life, nothing stays even as a “new normal” very long, sometimes for no longer than what feels like the blink of an eye. The constant changes make me both literally and metaphorically nauseated. Photomorph “Night Vision” (10-24-12 d&p) 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 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.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

THE FUTURE IS NOW (photomorph) & BODY OF DARKNESS (dreamku/scifaiku series) by Roswila


BODY OF DARKNESS

his job's to entice
souls into empty bodies
nomads of the night

she's just given up
her own day body
a fruitless endeavor

she agrees to enter
a body of darkness,
servant to the night


[dreamku series written 9-15-09, revised 6-12-13. This was initially posted here as a scifaiku series when written in September of 2009. Scifaiku are haiku-like poems with a sci-fi, fantasy, horror, or cosmological theme. And my life’s been feeling rather sci-faiku-ish recently…and not in a fun way. I’ve also been pondering (even more than my usual wont) what the actual relationship (if any
😊) is between our spirits and our bodies. Are they truly separate, like a vessel and its contents? Or are they at a profound level, one thing? Here I was clearly dreaming/perusing about them as separate. There are a couple of other distinct levels to this series, that I’ve thought about over the years, but I’ll leave it at what I address here. Photomorph “The Future Is Now” (6-13-13 d&p) 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 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.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

ON THE HUNT (photomorph) & THE TUNNEL (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE TUNNEL

always looking beyond
while tunneling through,
each new stretch of wall ignored
as soon as it’s tamped back:
where wild life once rooted
and only seeds now sleep


[Free verse poem inspired by a vague dream image from evening of 2-15-19. Photomorph "On the Hunt" (10-21-17 d&p, 10-18-17 018v2g adobe) by Roswila, click on the image to see the details.

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 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.

Friday, February 15, 2019

HEAT WAVE (photomorph) & IT'S NOT YOU I MISS (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


IT’S NOT YOU I MISS

it’s not you I miss:

not your smile supported by parenthetic lines of age;

not the sight of your lanky build that never failed
to lace my blood with a lingering high;

not your awkward sense of humor, the only way I ever
knew you to reach toward me: to connect
with some labored pun or still smile-
worthy, hoary old joke

no, it’s not you I miss
but how I felt about you:
heated and hungry, hopeful and deliciously despairing;
a pining away for you, that nevertheless warmed
and softly lit my life, like the flames in an old
flagstone fireplace, not realizing then how I
reveled in rocking and ruminating sadly beside
that anchoring center in which a cauldron of
homemade stew bubbled on a hook (but
was never doled out)

a fanciful center that’s long since collapsed in on
itself and turned to ashes: brushed away by time’s
steady passage, even as memory pipes up
(now and again), like a cricket still chirping
though the hearth’s caved in:
I miss you
miss you
miss
you


[non-dream free verse poem written 2-13-19. I’ve tried to address this same issue before in poems. This one may come closest to expressing the experience. BTW, when I was scribbling the notes for this -- late in the evening of the 13th -- it did not occur to me that it’s an odd sort of Valentine’s Day poem. And it’s as such that I offer it belatedly. Photomorph “Heat Wave” (5-2-14 d&p, 9-5-13 005v5 adobe) 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 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.

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

THE CALL OF HOME (photo) & "the pawned figurine..." (dreamku) by Roswila


the pawned figurine
of a woman and kestrel
shelved soul


[Re-post of dreamku from April of 2008. It has also appeared here at other times, as I eventually grouped it with other dreamku of mine as a series. It may be a simple image, but it has a lot of complicated personal significance. (For only one of many things: a kestrel – a small hawk, often flown by ladies – is on the Nine of Pentacles in the Rider/Waite/Smith Tarot. I made that card the symbol for an open poetry reading series I used to offer -- decades ago -- naming the series “Kestrel.”) There’s always a sadness to recalling this dream for me, and yet a beauty. After all these years I can still “see” that figurine. It was made of Belleek (fine white Irish china), that to my surprise in the dream, hadn’t yet gathered dust. The question this morning: is my soul still shelved? Photo “The Call of Home” (4/29/14 tthabol, 4-29-14 012v2 adobe) 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 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.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

THE CHALICE (photo) & SEEDS (non-dream haibun) by Roswila


SEEDS

The seeds my roommate plants in our tiny front yard are a variety of unknowns. It is fun to watch them sprout and see what they become. They take over the postage stamp-size yard, growing tall and wild. I rather enjoy them still, but they lean out over the sidewalk, and reach through the chain-link fence:

catching my skirt
dark-eyed blooms

I pull up the biggest offenders and try training the others to stay more circumspect, but to no avail. Still, neither my roommie nor I want to get rid of them totally. In their season, they die back, leaving tall, rigid stalks. My roommie pulls up the dry reminders:

surprise!
up the tall dry stalks
last season’s glories

One already has an open, lovely purple bloom. Although I harvested morning glory seeds last year, she had not planted them. She disentangles the little morning glory vines carefully from the tall dry stalks she pulls, and gently guides them up the chain link fence:

delicacy
after dense wild blooms:
morning glory


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[A haibun written in August 2004 when I was still living in New York City. I posted it here previously in 2007. My roommate married a couple of years after what’s written about above and now has two children. And I moved to CA in Feb. of 2008. I’ve been thinking a lot about NYC, and especially the apartment mentioned here, where I lived for 23 years. I resided in NYC altogether for almost 65 years. BTW, a haibun is an (often poetic) prose paragraph completed by a haiku, or a series of such paragraphs with haiku caps. Photo "The Chalice" (10-25-13 d&p, 4-27-11 adobe) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Monday, February 11, 2019

SNAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT (photo) & THIS REAL AND PRESENT HOPE (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THIS REAL AND PRESENT HOPE

the night of dreams is taken up with
requests -- really more like demands
truth be told, but feeling (and being
powerless) the crowd simply asks
meekly for what they want …
nay, sadly, deeply, need

then a new curious crew of folk bond
around a particular need of theirs
and practice to bring it right up to
the altar of The Pope, learning to
genuflect respectfully but not let their
(call a spade a spade for once) demand
go unheard, without even a vague
promise it will be considered

things look good, that’s to say the dream
is artistically laid out by now, colors
and shapes all lined up and balanced in
carefully considered compositions
along the corridor of the marble floored
and columned hall where they walk
slowly forward toward the sitting Pope,
to whom they will be permitted
to present their demand

a song surfaces in the dream memory
(yes, the dream seems sentient), an old
one from long ago hippie years:
“You can not. petition. the Lord. with prayer!”*
echoing in the dream consciousness
like church bells sounding from tower
after dark tower, an all too heavy
and familiar drag (one thinks
of the mobster days of cement
overshoes and a river) on this
real and present hope


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-10-19. *From “The Soft Parade,” by The Doors, 1969. As I read through all of the lyrics now, I see the little bit of a similarity in this dream to that song. Not surprising, given I was deeply affected by watching a PBS series on the 1960’s and its music, just the other night. I was left feeling so sad. BTW, I consider myself an aging hippie (well, by now, a really aged one). Photo “Snaking Through the Night” (9-19-17 d&p, 9-17-17 adobe) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

ADSORPTION (photomorph) & "why such a surprise..." (non-dream haiku) by Roswila


why such a surprise?
after many cold days of rain
a sun filled morning


[non-dream haiku written 2-8-19. Photomorph “Adsorption” (tthabol 3-25-14) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Friday, February 08, 2019

SPRING CRUSH (photo) & WHAT THE WIND BLOWS IN (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


WHAT THE WIND BLOWS IN

down at the bottom of the dream’s eye view of life –
shaped like a humongous all-in-one computer screen –
the wind scrabbles across from left to right, invisibly
as all winds do and for now only sensed, but here
comes a mob of folk, jostling one another to find the
best position at the left edge of the wind as if at
the starting gate of a horse race, hoping to be
summarily whisked or blown or rolled along
to a win, the wind for once
totally at their backs


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-7-19. On another subject altogether: today’s the 11th anniversary of my move from New York City (where I'd lived for almost 65 years), to here in Goleta, CA. Don’t know what significance that may have other than my surprise that 11 years has passed so quickly! Photo "Spring Crush" (3-14-14 005v2, also tthabol) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Thursday, February 07, 2019

ROCOCO (photo) & HOMESTEADING (non-dream mixed format poem) by Roswila


HOMESTEADING

chasing a haiku
into these wild rushes of one’s mind:
it's not here it lives,
where anything lives, only impressions
and illusions scrabble around down here

yes, an ersatz life -- like sugarless chocolate
in mansions of habit -- is often obtained here,

homesteading what one denies but deeply knows
is totally, garishly unreal and hollow at the core

be grateful for all these windows and doors,
and the eyes and limbs with which to use them


[a non-dream tanka capped by 3 two-liners written 2-7-19. I'd be remiss not to mention an emotional input to today's writing: it's the 65th anniversary of my mother's death. As I've mentioned here, probably many times, I was 10 at the time of her passing. More and more, I see how losing her has left me without some central aspect to myself. That's not to say it's an uncommon issue folk have to deal with. Trauma can and does do that. I'm simply acknowledging how that central vacuum, if you will, that I believe we all live with whether we know it or not, may be somewhat larger and more troublesome for many of us given our life experiences. And this poem is about trying to live more in all that is out there in the world, than focusing on what isn't inside myself. Photo “Rococo” (2-18-14 012v2, also tthabol) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Wednesday, February 06, 2019

DON'T FADE AWAY (photomorph) & THE SCREAM (writing on a dream) by Roswila


THE SCREAM

maybe it’s being at the far end of my life
and all too aware of endings (of those
people passing on around me in this
community of seniors) and of my own
impending one (no, that’s not an intuition,
just the reality, I am, after all three-quarters
of a century old), but I find myself wanting
to start the telling of dreams at their ends
these days, or maybe it’s I’m tired of
the journey and even less inclined to
recapitulate any part of it in words, and
just want to “get to the point already!”

honestly, though, this morning I’m most
likely avoiding dealing with last night’s
rather disturbing dream -- some would say
nightmare, and if it were not for that
vanity I have that I face what my dreams
say, no matter what, I’d probably be
inclined to agree with that assessment,
and further note that even here I’m putting
off starting on the dream story, so…

a somewhat younger woman friend
and I are in a small bedroom, sitting
on the bed and schmoozing when
a mutual male friend enters,
fulminating about something

we acknowledge his entrance and
make room for him by us on the bed;
my woman friend and I eye each
other in companionable awareness
of our friend’s not unusual ire

as soon as he sits, he jumps up,
and though it hadn’t seemed
possible he gets even angrier:
scary, crazy, furious; just as I’m
wondering if this time my woman
friend and I need to do more than be
quietly accepting, he dives head first
out the window, through glass
and frame, toward the concrete
driveway, two stories below

as the glass and frame shatter I
open my mouth in a scream
that goes on and on, the tension
in my neck and throat becoming
excruciatingly painful

I vaguely hear my woman friend
calling 911 as I continue to
scream, and just as I think
I will do so forever, I wake up

the calm with which I greet
the realization it had been
a dream is a little surprising,
as well as a relief, followed
immediately by a panicky wish:
may it not have been clairvoyant


[written on and in response to a dream of 2-5-19 (posted 2-6-19). Yesterday was horrendous so it’s understandable I’d have an intense dream. BTW, the screaming was totally realistic. I could hear it, and feel the stress and pain in my neck and throat. Also, the woman was no one I know in waking life, but the man I do. Additionally, there have been at least two suicides in our retirement community recently. (I say “at least” as I suspect an earlier death was also a suicide.) Photo "Don't Fade Away" (tthabol 11-15-13) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Tuesday, February 05, 2019

THE BEGINNING (photo) & QUESTIONS AT A TIME OF HUGE CHANGE (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


QUESTIONS AT A TIME OF HUGE CHANGE

one after the other,
humans all, we change, we mellow;
we stand facing life
wearing identical smiles and practiced
postures, in a pale, balanced stack

then comes the last life
to mellow out, to become like
everybody else
and it’s not even human; it’s the sole survivor
of its kind, of any non-human kind

four-legged and furry, and, at least to my eye,
radiating a liveliness that will be lost,

irretrievable, when it’s morphed into human
form: can our bland, neatly stacked humanity

survive without deep difference? without
the edge of the unknown spurring us on?

do we really want to take the only
wild card out of the deck?


[two tankas capped by four 2-liners on a dream of 2-4-19. Photomorph “The Beginning” (d&p 5-15-15) 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 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.

* * * *
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.

Monday, February 04, 2019

THE LAST THREAD (photomorph) & HAPPY (CHINESE) NEW YEAR (non-dream tanka) by Roswila


HAPPY (CHINESE) NEW YEAR

the year of the pig:
said to be about swiftness
and all things fresh
yikes! what would truly be new
is a year of rest and peace


[tanka written 2-4-19. No great shakes, but it’s what hit me when I read about this New Year of the Pig: “We can expect a fast-moving year, with a focus on family, friends, travels, gatherings and new connections. The year will be very active in all areas of life, full of opportunities and openings of new horizons. The energy supports exploring, expanding and developing. New technologies like blockchain, artificial intelligence, self-driving vehicles, augmented reality etc. will be on a rise, changing the way we live as individuals as well as a society …” (quote from Dragon-Gate.com newsletter) Hey, I’m an old lady. And all that's being suggested for this coming year -- especially after the super-hyper year I just had -- sounds like a bit too much to me. But I still wish everyone A HAPPY NEW YEAR. The Year of the Pig is also said to be rather lucky.
😊 Photomorph “The Last Thread” (old adobe folder 10-3-09) 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 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.

Sunday, February 03, 2019

SHADOWS & REFLECTIONS (photomorph) & ON FLYING AND DYING (mixed format on two dreams) by Roswila


ON FLYING AND DYING

Dream One:

doubt that I can fly
up into these bowing branches
barely a shadow,
I gather strength of arms and heart,
and take off, joyfully straight up

two religious clerics watch from the ground
judgment frosted with surprise on their faces

I could not care less as I swoop and glide, my only
concern now: how to keep from flying off altogether,

to be sure I can make it back down to earth again
and not get totally lost in this golden green lightness


Dream Two:

my fragile old friend
enters the elevator ahead of me,
she seems quite upset
maybe it’s due to the death of two friends
whose souls are with us in the small lift

their essence misting the air like a light perfume,
I say to my friend “Isn’t it a wonderful surprise,

that we can choose to go on learning,
even after we pass away?”

it’s clear my friend doesn’t find this discovery
comforting, but it lifts my mood tremendously


[two mixed format poems on two separate dreams of 2-2-19 (each begins with a tanka and is completed with three two-liners). Photomorph “Shadows & Reflections” (tthabol 8-18-13) 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 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.

* * * *
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.