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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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On a practical note, in answer to your questions:

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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.
These pictures rotate.



 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
December 26, 2021 at 9:28pm
December 26, 2021 at 9:28pm
#1023700
Keep your distance

White ashes fall from livid skies,
chilled children of faraway waters,
pile wherever they can find a perch.

Protected from wind, they drift like dunes
as cold seeks to invade my refuge.

Only glass panes divide those living
from the dead while I watch flakes dance,
then stealthily seek a warmer nook.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.297] (26.desember.2021)

For
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EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT  (18+)
This is a poetry sharing activity for expression and entertainment!
#2232169 by Solace.Bring
December 26, 2021 at 8:45pm
December 26, 2021 at 8:45pm
#1023698
A

the bear snoozes — oblivious in its cave
I sit by the cold window — watching snowflakes

[296a]

B

I sit on the toilet
thinking of today's meal
what comes out —
is yesterday's news

[296b]

C

cold descends on mountains — settles in the valley
Thoughts — like snowflakes — rise and fall and wander

[296c]

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.296] (26.desember.2021)
December 26, 2021 at 7:35pm
December 26, 2021 at 7:35pm
#1023695
A

hiding from sunlight —
the cave-dweller lifts a book
sets it down again

[295a]

B

when where how
Oblivion responds
why why why

[295b]

C
sunlight sends tendrils
into his room — he cowers
in dark corners

[295c]


© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.295] (24.desember.2021)
December 25, 2021 at 4:49pm
December 25, 2021 at 4:49pm
#1023660
cold nips the wings
of those who soar above me —
rests in my bones

[178.294a]

The window pane
protects the green leaves —
I look out at snow

[178.294b]

smell of woodsy
mushrooms and acrid onions —
wintry thoughts fade

[178.294c]

The soft chair
that hugged young flesh — now hardened
bruises bones

[178.294d]

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.294] (23.december.2021)
December 21, 2021 at 2:56pm
December 21, 2021 at 2:56pm
#1023524
Pears

What's only good in pies and sauce —
apples! Overrated.

Adorning trees before the frost —
red and round or rotten.

Erase your nightmares now and seek —
a form more succulent.

And in an instant what appears —
Anjou, Bartlett, Comice.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.292] (21.december.2021)

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December 20, 2021 at 10:31pm
December 20, 2021 at 10:31pm
#1023467
Any opinion which ones you like?

Wintry haiku

A

snow, snow drifts,
the daughters of snow — caws
from winter's crow

[291a]


B

ice glazes
walkways — green pines tinkle
as we fall

[291b]


C

wind hollows drifts
turning everything white — where
did the mountains go

[291c]


D

slip, slide, slush
covers the walkways —
one red coat

[291d]


E

grey, grey, grey, more
grey than the sky can hold
— snow squalls

[291e]


F

one dark spot
amidst the 'spance of white —
Ah, a crow

[291f]


G

sunny beach day
we arrive in shorts
— locals shiver

[291g]


H

pointsettia
blooms — also red shorts
and redder sunburn

[291h]


I

so tired of rain,
we rejoice with the sun —
anyone thirsty?

[291i]


© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.291] (20.desember.2021)

For Week #29

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Promptly Poetry Challenge  (E)
52 weeks + 52 prompts = 52 poems
#2222203 by Lilli ☕️
December 13, 2021 at 5:00pm
December 13, 2021 at 5:00pm
#1023170
Onions roasting in a toaster-oven

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Onions roast with spuds and carrots
coated with slick olive juice,
heated in a toaster oven,
filling rooms with acrid smoke.

My aging aunt once lost her senses,
couldn't tell when food was burning;
only onions warned, "don't torch the house."
She was grateful for this smelly gift.

In this Season of Covid coughs are suspect,
spreading cheer to those too close.
Losing one's sense of smell seems fatal,
till the scent of onions knocks us out.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.288] (13.desember.2021)

For

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52 weeks + 52 prompts = 52 poems
#2222203 by Lilli ☕️


Week # 28. Write a poem based on this idea/feeling: 'The scent cascaded into every room.'

Form: author's choice
Line Count: minimum of 12

I'm still chewing my cud.
From Cubby is on the road again! (not collectable here):


105.831
December 5, 2021 at 11:07pm
December 5, 2021 at 11:07pm
#1022810
Soxie and the Foxes

Bobby likes boxes.
Sandy likes sand.
Their kitten plays with soxes
then gently nips my hand.

Now Soxie sleeps in boxes,
poops in the sand.
She plays with feral foxes.
They've formed a backyard band.

© 2021 Kåre Enga [178.281] (5.desember.2021)


For
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December 2, 2021 at 6:03pm
December 2, 2021 at 6:03pm
#1022702
32nd of November

Old lungs wheeze as stiff bellows
seek to reignite cold embers
of what must die, best left to ashes.

Feathers dull, its bones brittle,
the phoenix accepts its demise;
our hour of transformation has arrived.

Snow melts as it falls on eyelashes;
my red tea pot whistles — it's time.

© 2021 Kåre Enga [178.279] (2.desember.2021)

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Note: the long expected hour of passing has arrived? Original: our hour of passing has arrived.

A patch of peach

I forgot about that fiery orb until it set,
a patch of peach peeking through the glowering grey,
fading in the southern sky, dark day — now darksome night,
a gloomy passage through the cooling calm of twilight.

Now wrapped in blankets the balm of cocoa warms my hands;
till daybright it's fragrance bids me nod my head and rest.


© 2021 Kåre Enga [178.280] (2.desember.2021)


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