Ripples Crash Shorelines – IQ Test

I’m speaking with myself for one –

I have a very good brain.

I know the best words…….

Most people don’t know that.

Did you know that ?

Did You know that ?

 

 

My view matters. That’s the way it goes.

What goes around comes around –

it is a phrase we are going through,

spilling into awareness –

birds fluttering in a dry puddle.

 

A modest suggestion for an IQ test for those seeking to hold political office. IQ tests evaluate the ability to learn information and skills, and then effectively apply that learning to solve problems. For those wishing to hold political office, they should be evaluated for their intellectual ability to apply empathy and ethics when solving problems in an effective manner. The test should measure their understanding of collaboration, collateral damage, and the implied spaces that extend beyond any solution.

 

 

The test should give an accurate evaluation of the subject’s ability to formulate a plan , and efficaciously communicate both the plan and the underlying goals. The level of communication skills will indicate how well the message  is presented to a diverse audience.

 

Stepping into pool

The depth of ignorance grows –

ripples crash shorelines.

 

Note: The found poem, and their related images, spring from a series of statements ( repeated catch phrases ) made by President Trump  (See embedded links). This post combines found poetry, haibun and haiku. I have attempted to use the best words possible. Many thanks for your thoughts & interest. 

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Fall at the Side of the Road

 

We had an appointment in Sudbury. The road and time stretched ahead, the minutes piled up with the line of vehicles waiting to take a turn – road construction built up the flow of seconds.

In a pause of motion, an early bit of Fall colour waited at the road side for the season to catch up.

When I was younger, I was not as old, my travel bag carried fewer memories –

 

leaves turn red, now Fall –

at the side of the road waits

a moment recall’d.

Consider the View

 

Blue skies

Smiling at me,

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see.


Bluebirds

Singing a song.

Nothing but bluebirds

All day long.

Never saw the sun shining so bright.

Never saw things going so right.

Noticing the days hurrying by,

When you’re in love, my how they fly……

“Blue Skies” composed by Irving Berlin in 1926.

 

Blue Days,

All of them gone,

Nothing but Blue Skies from now on.

 

June is a tricky month of memories for me. Father’s Day, my father’s birthday, and my parent’s wedding anniversary( June 21)  all clustered together.  My father, Paul Kanski, passed away in 1992, at the age of 76.  He and mom loved to dance – they grew up in the age of the great dance bands, when jitterbug was king & foxtrot ruled the floorboards of the dance halls. Blue Skies was one of his favourite tunes. Sometimes, late at night I could hear mom singing it to him in their bedroom.   Even now in my 60s I miss them – Time is a con artist, handing you gifts with one hand, while picking your pocket with the other. 

over me, music –

blue skies above carry clouds

dancing – silent steps.

 

 

 

 

Asemic Cinema: Run-A-Way Bus

Welcome to the Asemic Cinema, where opening  shots& titles tell a different story from the one passing before your eyes. This week’s classic comes from a time & place that once was/will be.  It is a re-write of  The Runaway Bus (1954), a British Mystery-Comedy – please note that the sub-titles have been deconstructed to find alternative meaning.

 

Conversation finds

travellers seeking motion

commotion in lines.

 

Asemic Naturalist: Sketchbook Pages

After travelling to the exotic lands that reside Beyond the Borders of The Dreamlands at the edges of the Pages of Imagination , the Asemic Naturalist looks through Memories Sketchbook, cleaning the Corners with Creative Curves and Shades. A Map of Figurative Lines and Metaphorical Letters grows and charts the journey that has been taken, showing the way to New Ventures sailing on the horizon.

 

These compositions incorporate some quick production preparation sketches done my wife for  Elliot Lake’s Roundabout Exceptional Puppeteers.  The group was setup by her to provide our local Special Needs community with a  creative & performing arts outlet.  This season’s  performances include familiar characters from popular media culture. Find out more at  their Blog and on their Facebook page.

 

 

 

 

from exotic lands

 dreamers return, cling to sights –

on stage rare visions.