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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.


On a practical note, in answer to your questions:

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passed away November 12, 2005

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Along Route 56 in Southwest Kansas, July 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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October 29, 2021 at 3:59pm
October 29, 2021 at 3:59pm
The dance of autumn leaves

The time has come; the body's fed;
in a blink the child within has fled
yet stares at wrinkles, hides my meds.
I'm lost without my memories,

that twirl within my head!
reside where I can't see!
like wisps of fog now shred
like shadows of the dead.

and so I'm left with these instead:
a cozy corner with my tea;
a slice of pumpkin pie? Yes, please;
the shuffle dance of autumn leaves

that swirl around my head
that land where I can't see,
cold wisps of fog now shred,
mere shadows of the dead.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga (29.oktober.2021b) [178.264]

For October 2021
Poetry Song Contest  (E)
Calling all poets! You can get your poetry turned into a song!
#2242849 by Beyond the Cloud9
October 22, 2021 at 5:14pm
October 22, 2021 at 5:14pm

This is how it started:
         a ring of stones,
         cold bare earth,
         a campfire lit
meant to shed some light,
some warmth,
some heat,

         enough to boil water,
         brew the coffee,
         steep the tea,
enough to awaken this world
that preferred to sleep.

And this how it ended:
         an errant scrap of paper
         lit then borne aloft
         carried on the wind
to where the waiting tinder glowered,
welcomed its glow
its light, its power

         to fire the imagination of the angry world,
         enough to burn it up,

enough to burn it down.

© Kåre Enga (21.oktober.2021) [174.256]

22 lines

Promptly Poetry Challenge  (E)
52 weeks + 52 prompts = 52 poems
#2222203 by Lilli ☕️
October 22, 2021 at 5:00pm
October 22, 2021 at 5:00pm
PPC#19 As the sky lowers [257] (dream dust)

As the sky lowers

Dreamdust sifted over embers —
a desperate attempt
to assuage the dying fire.
Oh to live and die again!
Before it was cut the tree had provided shade
while a child attempted to touch the sky
flying high on her swing.
Now logs die to keep her warm
snug under an worn-out afghan
she once wove — long ago.
Dare we ask what were her dreams,
what now her future —
as the sky lowers to caress her flesh
and kiss her cheek.

© Kåre Enga (21.oktober.2021) [174.257]

14 lines

Promptly Poetry Challenge  (E)
52 weeks + 52 prompts = 52 poems
#2222203 by Lilli ☕️

October 18, 2021 at 6:10pm
October 18, 2021 at 6:10pm
Weather or not

Weather or not you believe in change
I bring it with the slant of seasons,
the slow movement of mist over cold waters,
what cannot be contained released in rain.

Never turn your back on me
as if you can discern my next bold move.
Be prepared; do not be fooled.
I am the ruler. I cannot be ruled.

© Kåre Enga [171.251] (17.oktober.2021)

October 18, 2021 at 6:05pm
October 18, 2021 at 6:05pm
Continental Drift

Riding waves through cracks of Time,
we drift to our opposite corners
then crash into the Immovable,
raising the Alps and Himalayas
as fortold, the orogeny of old
worn by unrelenting winds and water,
crumble, return to the uncaring ocean
lapping the slopes of Appalachia.

© Kåre Enga [178.250] (17.oktober.2021)

October 18, 2021 at 6:04pm
October 18, 2021 at 6:04pm

Scar tissue

Only in Iceland
do I show my true colors:
dark, mischievous and too hot to handle.
No one sees each miniscule movement of magma,
as I divide you from yourself,
widening waters, isolating what cannot swim the seas,
Africa, America divorced down the middle,
Latter Day Vikings riding the ridge, conquering both.

© Kåre Enga [178.249] (17.oktober.2021)


Former title: Imperium of the Inner Core
October 18, 2021 at 5:57pm
October 18, 2021 at 5:57pm
Don't take me for granite

I'm basalt don't take me for granite
and don't leak silicon tears
of quartz and muscovite.
I don't speak Russian.

At my heart I'm dark and dangerous.
be careful walking the Giant's Causeway
climbing the columns of Devils Tower.
On the Moon I remain unmoveable.

© Kåre Enga [178.248] (17.oktober.2021)

October 14, 2021 at 5:28pm
October 14, 2021 at 5:28pm
There comes a lean and hungry look

There comes a lean and hungry look...

...to those who roam
among the empty aisles
in search of meaning
or something to inspire them

...as what was once their youth
becomes a cratered landscape
of abandoned dreams
and cast-off plans.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.245] (14.oktober.2021)

Submitted to Express it in Eight

There comes a softening — to the breath

There comes a softening...

...to the breath
when the neck is kneeled upon
and the pressed into the earth
by a burly man in blue.

...and to the witnesses
of "No Lives Matter" perplexed
that 'there, but for the Grace of God'
they could be next.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.243] (14.oktober.2021)

October 9, 2021 at 3:29pm
October 9, 2021 at 3:29pm
Stone Wall & Heath

         for Petra

Give us a chance;
we'll paint your sorrows six shades of green,
a gift of a soft day of mists and rainbows,
each bruise healed with moss,
each crack fused with a nest for flowers,
blue and pink greeting the gull-filled sky.
Abandoned corners provide a refuge from wind
where woolly sheep snuggle against raw cold.
Hear how they bleat, beckoning you
to stumble across these fields of rock,
clamber over these walls of stone
graced with golden gorse.
Let your fingers trace the landscape's inscription
as the last rays of sunset guide your way.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.241] (26.septembre.2021)

14 lines free verse
Sent on a postcard "Stone Wall & Heath, Co Down, © Tom Quinn Kumpf
October 7, 2021 at 9:51pm
October 7, 2021 at 9:51pm
Prompt 1 Gothic Cemetary

1. She walks to the graveyard where in Earth's womb she had planted the skulls by April's new moon when all was turning green, protected them through drought and storms; now she goes to her garden to harvest the fulsome fruits of her labor snuggled among tombs and gently plucks one from the ground and caresses the crannies now full of life. Sow and ye shall reap her granny had promised. Now worms and grubs were fattened and ready to eat. She would feast tonight by the light of the full moon and give thanks.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.239] (7.oktober.2021)

Revised. Now in "Harvesting the skulls

Dark Dreamscapes Round 1 Image Prompt

Enter the dreams of the waiting crone.
Learn her wisdom with each wheezing moan.
As woods clothe you against winds that bite,
Darkness becomes refuge from fiery light.
In her embrace let youthful dreams swim.
In her depths let outside worlds dim.
Cast childhood aside along winding trails.
Forget whatever gnaws, chews or ails.

Let go. Do not be bewildered,
For you were ancient before you were born.
See life renewing itself every night.

Everything now seems familiar.
Seek guidance from the watchful crescent 'fore morn.
Reach home by listening to your own inner light.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.240] (7.oktober.2021)

A sonnet (not perfect rhythm) somewhat like:

aabbccddefgefg Persepolis Sonnet as in
The Clandestine Love  (E)
A Perseplolis Sonnet Written for my special someone.
#2244562 by ✨GERV➻❥ I'm fin'ly back!

aabbccddefgefg (south african quilt)
Originally aabbccddeefgfg as in "Life" by John Clare (1793-1864).

Revised. Now: "For you were ancient 'fore you were born

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