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…..

Uncertain Narrative: Post ob Q 1-4

 

 

As fluttering hands weep silently,

She relents on condition,

that he not travel unaccompanied –


 

shadows seen carving

the lines of the mountains with glaciers,

protected by a wooden box,

lay next to a smaller one of tin,

a package tied with faded ribbon

cut from some forgotten heart.

Forest smiles, useful for loneliness –
first of all,

He will lead this box of sleeping lyres

and do this –
this is four of seven,

the only protector,

feathers dancing with moonlight mist.

 

 

The stranger wanted to be left alone,

so he kept moving, moving,

moving unconsciously carrying

his first valentine

as the solitary farm-house,

filled with ravens

playing fiddles merrily,

recedes into memory .

 

 

That is his so so sewing,

don’t you think;

for if a rock-star falls

alone in the woods,

does anyone sing the blues ?

 

OBSERVATIONS & COMMENTARY NOTES

Free Verse Format

 

Often silent archaeology

wish forbidden bells’ secrets –

frosty pagan puppeteers.

 

 

Byzantine roundabout body

diffidently drains year –

trail calls bones again .

  

Pamphlet addition paints

illuminated STOP –

a field kitchen cockatoo denouement.

 

 

Defective foot fallacy- orange

denotation constructing emotional appeal –

at the bottom of the paper pool

the Weary Detective pens slogans.

 

In nearby Eindhoven,

Never miss………………. the movement

Cycle the Van Gogh

 

This  piece of Broken Folklore includes a Dadaist Fairy Tale Analysis, and accompanying Asemic Collage Illustrations. Any resemblance between the characters/events in this tale and any persons, living or likewise, is an archetypal synchronicity . Please refrain from leaving any significance & empty popcorn containers under your seat.

 

Today, I saw Yesterday walking down the street

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Today, I saw Yesterday walking down the street. He had his two little dogs, Laughter and Tears, with him. His cat, Memory, waits in the window for him to return home.

That’s Yesterday in the photo, the one stepping into the Second-Hand Store. Asked him if I would see him tomorrow. He replied, “not if I see you first’. Same old Yesterday, never changes.

Got another shot of him as he faded round the corner. Well that’s Yesterday for you, never changes – always with the fade.

 

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Snow Bugs

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The Snow Bugs fluttered, skittered, buzzed and crawled over the first snow to grace the driveway paving stones.  The excitement of the arrival of winter soon melted away in the rays of the sun. It would take a few more days before iced edged winds began sculpting white drifts across the yard. In the mean time, the bugs would just have to be patient and chill.

18th November 2016, London – Allegory

This is part of the incredible visual conversation between two bloggers,  Ashley Scarlett  ( Sydney Australia ) and Richard Guest ( London England ). Using  the implied space of photography and a blog, they have created a new Mass Media form to explore meaning, communication and culture.

Source: 18th November 2016, London | Between Scarlett & Guest

 

My response to the above imagea short allegorical faerie tale composed in the form of a haibun.

 

I talked about ancient ones to an old man at the end of his pain.

Not only the young people in an anxious dance is what I perceive here; I will gather up the tea of sorrow and read the leaves.

The thin grey dragon of fear slinked through the poisoned air, as the Great Orange Mouth proclaimed the huge Wall of Ignorance and Shame –

torn despair hangs high

above freedom, littering –

broken hearts and minds.