Abstract Conspiracy - By Varde
While swollen winds in water wade away, the wider green muddy ward stays crumbling in pitter rain - swelling once again. And again.
Grimy wetted land we breached to the solemn sun - three hours away from setting. Blinding light foiled by brushing leaves and twigs that molted and melted twine...
Over to plains, blazing by sky blue, as the rain also tithers where weather held a rare frame.
Blackened fight in wondering wary, understanding soggy for it was in my way. Fortune is merry but vile of darkest grain, splatter, splintering bold.
Grimy wetted land we breached to the solemn sun - three hours away from setting. Blinding light foiled by brushing leaves and twigs that molted and melted twine...
Over to plains, blazing by sky blue, as the rain also tithers where weather held a rare frame.
Blackened fight in wondering wary, understanding soggy for it was in my way. Fortune is merry but vile of darkest grain, splatter, splintering bold.
Comments (17)
Puzzling title.
Abstract: a concept or idea; impressionistic art; a short textual piece; a summary.
Conspiracy: trickiness; a plot against; a frame-up.
Quoting Caldwell
Painting a scene with swollen, swelling w-words and green viscous muddiness (oil colours).
Quoting Caldwell
Action. Breaking through grime and slime to reach the light. Too bright. So lessened with the natural fibres of a paintbrush. Melding the colours.
Quoting Caldwell
Landscape impressionism. The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain - or does it?
Weather holding a rare frame. Is this about climate change...
Quoting Caldwell
A blackened fight. The Conspiracy of the title?
Trying to understand what is going on. Too many conflicting points of view and agendas.
Fortune as depicted in philosophy. Merry but vile. Bright Light v Bold Dark.
The Consolation of Philosophy by Boethius.
Quoting LitCharts - The Consolation of Philosophy
Is the certainty of a God the answer?
Is philosophy with all its conflicting theories and practice?
Are we determined or fated to be conspired against. What role the play or conflict in our minds/hearts?
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Well. I had no idea where my thoughts were leading in this most original presentation.
Questions and abstract ideas so framed.
I look forward to light being thrown; the picture clearing a little as to the meaning.
I like this not-obvious, blurry vision.
Thank you, dear author, :clap:
Even if I was way off track, it was fun to read and 'listen' to this creative process and product unfold.
:fire:
Beautiful, poetic and colourful. I really like when someone gets inspired by nature and sun. When it says "three hours away from setting" it seems that the author was experiencing the sunset. I completely feel it because is one of the main examples where our environment shows us a lot of vibration. Tons of poems and novels were written based on the solemn sun.
I liked this.
Congratulations author.
Yeah, I felt the same. It was a colourful explosion in my mind. It was like if I was observing a paint related to autumn. Similar to Van Gogh's works
Did you ever wonder at any point whether this was a bit of tomfoolery?
Jiggery-poking about with a steam-fuelled story-generator? :chin:
I never heard about this word, so I had to find out a meaning and google says: silly behaviour, especially done as a joke.
No, I don't see in that way. I just interpret it as a poem about the nature and environment around the author. He or she seems to be a pretty sensitive person with the words.
Yes, you can still be sensitive after a jiggery-poke with a generator.
It can stimulate you, or so I've heard :razz:
What's the Spanish for 'tomfoolery' then?
That's right!
Quoting Amity
Payaso or Imbécil can fit in the meaning of "tomfoolery"
Also, payaso means "clown" in English. But, whenever someone acts with silly behaviour, we say: este chico es un payaso = this boy is a clown
Definite possibility with this one. It's pretty much a Rorschach blot.
The only person I recall using a generator was I think @Benkei.
In the first competition, he fooled us with 'We're Not Alone'.
Benkei, are you the culprit this time? :chin:
Exactly. I felt the same feeling. It looks like you are watching a paint or a photograph of a autumn plains.
It's nonsense, in the literary sense, and possibly also nonsense in the ordinary sense. Tithers?
Possibly nonsense. A wetwash of watercolour with no need for perfection.
Sometimes there is no meaning. You just gotta stand back and appreciate. Let your mind flow gently into the dark night. Shapes and patterns mingling. Dreams with no real representations of things.
'Tithers' - might conjure up dithers. An uncertain rain - which might drizzle, dampen or downpour.
Or the paying of tithes: rain blessing or drenching dry plains.
Quoting Baden
An Inkblot of a story. The author having fun with the readers. Who can come up with the weirdest interpretation of splashy ambiguity? What, if anything, it says about personality?
Abstract Conspiracy.
A conceptual, perceptual trickery.
We are the subjects in a test of imagination. Or something...
A little joke signifying nothing.
Quoting Caldwell
"The sun broke through the rain late in the evening, its light scattered/interrupted by a collection of organic debris."
Quoting Caldwell
"Elsewhere, in the plains, the sky is blue as the rain pays tribute to an area not within its purview/domain. In the plains the weather is stable and not subject to so much rain and turbulence. The plain is" plane". Uneventful.
Quoting Caldwell
A dark struggle it is in thinking or pondering cautiously, appreciating the wetlands as an obstacle (I think this is from the point of view of the sunlight).
The sunlight (fortune) feels good, but is of little worth to storms/rain/overcast conditions - its conquering, persistence and will to splinter - to break down the sunny weather into harsh fragmented conditions once again.
In summary, the story is think is about the battle between stormy times and joyous peaceful sunshine. The dynamic between prosperity and warmth and volatility/ instability.