Somewhere in The Middle of Something

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost  Acquainted with the Night

 

 

Postcard from Other-side

Having a great time, just need to adjust to the quaint customs and local environment. Beautiful out on the piazza – noonday shadows dance so elegantly. No problem as long as you don’t step between movements. The colourful cracks in the pavement create fascinating patterns, and are incorporated into the street art. It is not difficult avoiding stepping on them when they are in motion, even at night; they’re very luminescent. The odd little birds that everyone warns you about only sing in the early hours before dawn, so tightly sealed windows and closed blinds are necessary. Very peaceful here, really.

 

Lucid Dream Postcards

Hail People!

I am writing a cloud of empty songs of total elegant butterflies. So inspirational here, like a warm blanket in the twilight.

 

Look at this – what a provocateur pleasure here ! Before the Day of Dance, I had learned to use the Formal Florist Movements of the Sea! Hummingbird twist training by inches to achieve chic rude motions that flow with vapours of sweet reverie, yields success. Moreover, absurdly, it does not take too long.

 

Quite the vista today –

Notice the leguminous protein industrial plant !

It is suitable for engineers

to work with to achieve the dream of a metal tower

that swims around the world in two days.

 

Hey, Best Time Forever & Now !!

Behold the outcome midst a jubilant jamboree where the world is welcome.

So many happy faces from distant lands,

step to the music of the world.

Missing the River of Yesterdays just a little –

Returning on the Morning Star.

 

NOTE: Original images were screen captures from Home Movies: Paris International Exposition 1937. SOURCE LINK HERE

 

The Test Commences

 

The Test commences now.

Please take time to read through

the text –

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope.

 

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

Carefully read all the questions – Over –

before you compose your Answers.

Take your Time.

 

Remember the Test is Timed.

The Test commences now.

Read all the questions Over

Time.

 

Time begins now.

Test time begins.

Once it is over,

Please note the time.

 

Fairy Tale of Conviction and Hope

Because they have not seen the latest morning sun, the lullaby of trees whispers through the open window. Two turtles dovetail in the clouds. Now this is laziness of metalipsis, not able to find their refreshing habits that are running through first breath of day.

Why you ask ? Ten years ago, a duplicator of spirits was seen in the shadows; a sorrowful multiplication of figures embedded in a dalliance of sweet minimal mimesis . Even now voices softly fade away on the shimmering pond of flowers. Sadly, there is a broken bird song resting in the delicate petals where the sunlight pollinates with soft pirouettes. The scent of melancholy rises up, mixes with hummingbirds and owls.

Like a melted metronome covered in metaphors and dragonflies, the stream in Spring sings and dances joyfully. There, carried by frantic splashes, the Machine churns dreams and octagons, pouring them into jade moulds. This device coexisted with the lovely Mime-to-graph, in the peaceful understanding that each shaped the message to suit medium and the intended audience.

 

As is with such mechanical co-operation, words mixed in a chorus of similes & sapphire epideictic envelopes. The flyers spread – carrying messages, leaving droppings on heads as they passed. The creases of headlines bleached out the insecurities of the day. None minded the turtles hanging in the clouds, laying eggs in shifting air currents, their shells covered in unsubstantiated statements.

So it came to pass that the destined pair walked through the channels of the towering buildings. Hand in hand they moved past wonders and marvels most only saw manifest in dreams. Iridescent vapour poured upward to the distant tops of the busy buildings, and still the young couple pushed onward towards the Plaza of Solace and Despair. 

Once there, they gathered up from the central fountain stirring echoes of the Minnesingers in glazed paratactic pitchers. With youthful certainty they moved on through empty crowds, dispensing conviction and hope stained with tears of happenstance. They are there still, watching the passing elephants sing to the blue blabber wrench fluttering in the City’s ceaseless breath.

 

A common dream is the Test/Exam. Unprepared, unsure memory, confusion and uncertainty fills the dreamer with anxiety.

Dreaming test – questions

certainty of what is real –

waking in time – hope…..