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Wednesday, February 26, 2020

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



AT THE AIRPORT

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

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

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

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

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


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

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.

Monday, February 24, 2020

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


OUT THE WINDOW

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

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

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

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

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


[a tanka and four two-liners on a dream of 2-23-20. Puzzling little dream, especially given it was my actual (now deceased) brother when he was middle-aged. About all I hear is a fear of losing what’s closest to me to some sort of transmogrification: I ultimately get a definite association to a werewolf image. And that comment leads me to add that I fear losing myself (as much as anyone else) to what I seem to be turning into as I age even further. Photomorph “The Moon’s Made of Green Cheese” (Screenshots-many, 2-9-19[5]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Sunday, February 23, 2020

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


THE DARK SPACE

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


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

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Thursday, February 20, 2020

BALLAD FOR THE MOON (photomorph) & "her car's rocket boost..." (dreamku) by Roswila


her car’s rocket boost:
isn’t that cheating, even if at last
she’ll reach the moon?


[dreamku on a dream of 2-19-20. Photo “Ballad for the Moon” (Screenshots 9, 2-20-20[5]) by Roswila]

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

SPRING TUMBLES IN (photomorph) & THE VIEW FROM A BALCONY (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


THE VIEW FROM A BALCONY

… and there you go, walking steadily away from
me as usual, toward some goal I can make a pretty
good guess at but don’t feel compelled to anymore;
your broad shoulders briefly block the bright white
bloom of light off an even more distant car window,
its now snuffed out nova-like beauty recalling
the passion I had for you, back when I still believed
in an unconscious way that I’d stay young forever
(or at least, not bear this increasing decrepitude):
didn’t my intensely lively desire for you prove that?
a glorified desire the likes of which I’d not known
in all the earlier years of frustrated yearning towards
some male of the species … and you walk on through
this soft almost spring afternoon, the bloom
reappearing as you reach the car and then pass it by,
its stunning white, windmill-like arms already shrinking
as the sun’s angle changes, as distant and ultimately
fleeting as that now faded passion for you


[non-dream poem written 2-17-20. Photomorph “Spring Tumbles In” (Archival Old Pix 7, 29293b2[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.

Monday, February 17, 2020

SCRIBBLES (photo) & AGAINST THE WALL (non-dream free verse poem) by Roswila


AGAINST THE WALL

why this need not only to dig it all up, but
to express it? decades of pain exhumed
and for what? the perpetrators won’t ever
hear of it and even if they did would not
recognize her, much less themselves in the
agonizing memories that line her inside
life like dried blood and artificial flowers;

and yet, she persists in remembering, turning
over rock after rock to find the fractured
aspects of her life, fragments she put down
herself, mostly mercy killings but many
a matter of self-defense, and buried;

some expressed, some not, but
all seen for how they were broken:
by betrayals and rejections,
lies and promises never even
intended to be kept,
humiliations and outright assaults,
each lobbed at her in its own time
like a hail of stones, as she stood,
once again backed up alone against
the impossible wall of life;

her own writing snaking across the wall,
writhing beneath her shoulder blades
like living graffiti


[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]

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.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER (photomorph) & STREET SCENE AT MIDNIGHT (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


STREET SCENE AT MIDNIGHT

the shadow woman’s so dark and featureless,
how can I tell she’s a woman, yet I can, and
even at this distance I see that she’s solid,
flesh-like, not your usual, smokey phantom;
maybe it’s that Devil-in-the-form-of-a-Queen
standing behind her that outlines her deep
darkness quite clearly, like a very bright sun;

and how do I know these two odd figures are
married? this Devil-Queen in her royal, old
timey finery, leaning possessively against
the back of this solidified phantom woman,
yet I do know they handfasted long ago;

and, somehow, I also sense I should be
more than able to comprehend what all this
says to me, but there they stand in a fuzzy
circle of pale lamp light, like a frozen
semaphore symbol awaiting translation
before morphing into the next part
of the message


[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 the shadow. 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]

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.

Friday, February 14, 2020

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


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


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

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.

Thursday, February 13, 2020

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


EIGHT

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

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

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

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

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


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

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

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


A VISIT FROM WONDER WOMAN

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


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

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

* * * *
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 09, 2020

THE CAVE OF YESTERYEAR (edited Google photo) & THE KEY (dream) by Roswila


THE KEY

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

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

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


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

PLEASE NOTE: in most browsers you can click on the above image for a larger version. Also, the photo accompanying a post is not necessarily meant to illustrate it, but to reflect some small, even slant or contrasting aspect of the verse, similar to Japanese haiga (illustrated haiku).

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

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until next time, keep dreaming,





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

Saturday, February 08, 2020

SUCKLED BY THE ELEMENTS (photomorph) & THE CHORUS (free verse dream poem) by Roswila


THE CHORUS

there’s a huge chorus out there in the swaying
surf, singing away as they paddle and float;
a very young, dark-haired man of color, waves
and jumps to get my full attention, his semaphore
inviting me in, off the dry flat beach; around him
in a loose, gently rocking semi-circle, other
chorusers leap like dolphins and as they make
their arc down back into the water, sing out as
if verbalizing his silent call: dive right in!
the water’s fine! nuh-uh, I think, I’ll sing
quietly along with you all from here on the
steady sunset beach, its darkening under my
bare feet like one edge of an old parchment
scroll hung up in the town square
and left to the elements
a long time ago


[free verse poem on a dream of 2-6-20. Not sure if there’s any meaningful connection, but February 6 was the day I moved here to CA, 12 years ago. I also had an intense ocean dream last night. And today is the anniversary of my mother’s death when I was ten. (Sigh, among much else that happened in that dream [poem to follow here tomorrow], I was yearning for a hug from Wonder Woman that I knew I’d not get.) BTW, one association I have to that floating chorus in the above is to the tradition of a “paddle out” for someone who’s passed on. Photomorph “Suckled by the Elements” (6-5-09 1837v2a[4]) 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.

Thursday, February 06, 2020

GARDEN FROSTING (photo) & SWEET CAKES (dream) by Roswila


SWEET CAKES

they’ve made these delightful little sweet cakes
for certain people; I’m quite surprised and happy
when one of the women involved in the baking venture
hands me the neatly stacked supply, each with its own
tiny printed pink invitation on top of it; she doesn’t
say it but I realize I’m to lift one carefully out of
the stack for myself, leaving the remaining ones
neatly organized so I can readily distribute the rest
appropriately and the recipients can see how nicely
they were presented by the bakers; I’m still very
touched and even more surprised that not only did
they make one specifically for me, but left the
ultimate care and distribution of all the rest
in my hands


[dream of 1-28-20. ACK! I just keyboarded and deleted some lengthy comments/associations to this little dream. Blech! I’m sure the sweet cakes in this dream would taste a lot better than all that ruminating did when I read it over. Suffice it to say it’s a jam-packed dream, both positive and negative, both forward looking and stuck in the past, etc., etc. Photo “Garden Frosting” (7-9-09 3580e[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.

Wednesday, February 05, 2020

TIME WAS (photo) & AS TIME GOES BY (mixed format dream poem) by Roswila


AS TIME GOES BY

his new T.V. show
is a “wow” and he’s even more so
I try to draw my
friend’s attention to my amazement:
all these years and he’s still handsome

but she’s not having anything of it,
not even glancing at my cartoon selfie:

my tongue hanging out
my eyes boggled

no way to share this sweet moment in time:
a mix of memory and ongoing attraction


[a tanka and three two liners on a dream of 2-4-20. I reference both the British T.V. show and the song from “Casablanca” in the title to this. The T.V. actor was a very young version of Chuck Connors (of “The Rifleman” fame). Whom I had a tremendous crush on because he looked so much like a young man whom I’d been mad about in those years. Photo “Time Was” (11-19-14 004v2) by Roswila. And truly this is a pic of a “was” – this memorial garden on our retirement community grounds has not bloomed this beautifully … sigh … since the year I took this photo: 2014. True, there have been years of drought since then, but also neglect. Or to be kinder, no one living here knowledgeable enough and also physically able to take care of roses. I hasten to add, the garden has been looking better the past couple of years with the easing of the drought. And right now, the bushes are sporting total buzz cuts, so maybe the subsequent blooms will be more enthusiastic.
:-) I'm waiting now for the inevitable profusion of brand new, shiny red leaves; for some reason I find them almost as visually pleasing as the eventual roses.]

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.