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Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524
Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo


'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣


Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana


L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me.

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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Knees of the trees, a fountain, a rainbow, Muscogee, OK in 2004.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
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February 22, 2024 at 6:23am
February 22, 2024 at 6:23am
#1064663
Me

The one who's tired of traveling,
tired of being abused; or worse —
ignored.

I'm the ghost who won't let go of me.
The one who wants to dream and rest —
eternally.

It's only me. The one you'll never truly know —
or see.

KE (22.februar.2024)
February 15, 2024 at 5:30am
February 15, 2024 at 5:30am
#1064212
"O God, make me a hollow reed, through which the pith of self hath been blown, so that I may become a clear channel through which Thy love may flow to others." is part of a prayer that Baha'is often use, although its attribution is not totally verifiable. However...

Flute

This hollow reed is spent.
No melody now leaves its lips;
no harmony accompanies it.
Pith has choked its vent.

And yet it sings of love,
albeit slightly out of tune,
dying, does not relent,
refusing to go mute.


© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga [180.xxx] (15.februar.2024)

For "Express it in Eight".
January 16, 2024 at 12:50pm
January 16, 2024 at 12:50pm
#1062485
Bring the dawn

Darkest magic looms at noon,
sucking goodness out of life,
surviving in dark corners
all day and night,
thrives within that darksome space
where soft-hearts no longer bide.
And worse — it roams abroad,
no longer hides.


© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (16.januar.2024)
January 14, 2024 at 5:34am
January 14, 2024 at 5:34am
#1062365
Split pea soup

He said "split this atom",
and so she did.
He said "split this Adam",
and so she did.

My grandmother split green peas,
Oh, yes, she did.
We sopped up soup with fresh baked bread.
Oh, yes, we did.


© Kåre Enga (14.januar.2024) [180.xxx]

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January 9, 2024 at 1:20am
January 9, 2024 at 1:20am
#1062095
Talisman

This rock... so nondescript.
No one has used it to write —
nor yet written on it.

Too dull to notice,
too hard to smite, too soft and yet —
once split it reveals light,

a reflection of amethyst.
On inspection, unworldly bliss.


© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (9.januar.2024)
January 7, 2024 at 1:12am
January 7, 2024 at 1:12am
#1062000
Flight of the poet

Boulder: too uptight.
Colorado now outta-sight,
receding in the rear-view mirror.
Two-thousand-four... Illinois bound — to lick my wounds.

Twenty years ago, I wanted
to die — the end of the road came in
Kansas. After a lost four years, that I somehow
survived, a colder view of life and a pile of poems stuck in a folder.


© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (7.januar.2024)

January 6, 2024 at 4:21am
January 6, 2024 at 4:21am
#1061957
Caught in my eye

Green specks reflect the reality before me;
white coats sad memories, fogs the hardening lens
What can be seen clearly through my heart matters most,
for neither coins nor seconds will buy us more time.

I dream of the future, reminisce 'bout the past,
only plan for this moment, as long as it lasts.
I see green surround me as I swivel my head,
hope that the place where I'll lie grows green when I'm dead.


© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (6.januar.2024)

January 5, 2024 at 12:51am
January 5, 2024 at 12:51am
#1061920
There comes a hardening...

To the veins
that control the flow
of oxygen to old toes
and feeble brains.

And to the gaze
tired of the same-old-s***,
the same lame excuses
from dim lives poorly lit.

© Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga [180.xxx] (5.januar.2024)
December 31, 2023 at 1:44am
December 31, 2023 at 1:44am
#1061621
Junk

I take my broken pieces
reattach them to myself
to hide those names you call me,
erase those labels you use to define me.
I defy your jealousy and hatred,
heal the inner hurt, hide it
where no one looks,
and remind you —

God don't make junk.

KE. (31.desember.2023)

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I take my broken pieces / reattach them to myself
#2311174 by Kåre Enga in Taiwan
December 30, 2023 at 7:38am
December 30, 2023 at 7:38am
#1061583
Teeth of a dog

When I lie there dead
do not look at my rotting teeth.
Once... I was young
with a mouth full of ivory,
smiling at the world
that did not smile on me.

Do not notice the wrinkles
or the bloating flesh.
Forget the hair that falls out
like a leaf that's spent.
Look at me with dignity
like I looked at others.

Remember me petting an eager dog,
wagging its tail,
and hoping for love.
Witness how the ornery cat
came to me in time.
Patience my friend, love and patience win.

Reminisce how I stopped to watch the butterfly
escaping the myna bird's beak.
Or how each orchid shared its glory for a week
even when no one but me stopped by.

When I lie there dead,
cover my ugliness if you must,
until my body returns to dust;
know that my soul has fled.

Kare Enga [180.xxx] (30.desember.2023)

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Edited and posted as "Teeth of a dog for "Share Your Faith

Note: This is based on what 'Abdu'l Baha wrote in a letter in 1913. It is quite familiar to Baha'is as a caution to look at the good qualities in others.

"...you enquire about the source of a story concerning Christ that was told by 'Abdu'l-Bahá. Your message was subsequently referred to the Research Department, which has indicated that the narrative which describes Christ's "sin-covering gaze" when He encountered "the dead body of a dog", is published in "Selections from the Writings of 'Abdu'l-Bahá".

Although the story is not part of Christian tradition, nor does it appear in the Qur'án, the Research Department advises that its source can be traced to Islamic traditions as it occurs frequently in Muslim literature."

https://bahaiforums.com/t/teeth-of-the-dog.2458/

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