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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.

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~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
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April 20, 2019 at 6:52pm
April 20, 2019 at 6:52pm
#957117
Clouds in your coffee

         for...

Your unlocked door only opens
inward. Rugs are worn with your daily
pace from chair to kitchen garden
to bed. You drain your coffee cup,
pour another. As close to Kenya
as you've ever been: dark, unsweetened,
earthy. Clouds swirl in their reflection
between sips — You dream about
how life continues beyond these walls.
You watch deer pass at dawn and dusk,
hear flickers peck away at wood,
once a week waiting for a van
and a cheerful greeting from ...Amanda?
as she lets herself in. You look
at piles of mysteries, old guide books,
the newest from the bestseller's list.
You rest with a blanket covering
your empty lap. In the silence
since Simon was put to sleep you hear
the march of ant-troops, each rain-drop's
cry, the weeping of pines, the cedar's
sigh. In the morning you lift a sash
to let the day enter. Every night,
you notice how those blackberries
seem to be closing in.

© Kåre Enga (20.aprille.2019) [176.50]

Dew Drop Inn prompt: clouds
April 19, 2019 at 12:59am
April 19, 2019 at 12:59am
#956950
Anticipation

Dark

as molasses
sweet

when I was born
it was a tunnel
propelling me into the light
and cold

day
of tears and disbelief

to be discarded
abandoned
was cruel

but years have taught me
life is crueler still

when I die
the tomb will be my womb

dark as molasses
sweet

© Kåre Enga (18.abril.2019) [176.49]

April 18, 2019 at 1:36pm
April 18, 2019 at 1:36pm
#956920
Before the fall

Lighten my load. Place
me in a dark hole
away from humanity. Make
it warm. Let me wallow
in knowledge, the light
that shines from within.
When I read your book
I hear your voice clearly.
Why are your followers
still so ignorant? I would be
your Angel of Light. I only
want to share my knowledge.

© Kåre Enga [176.47b] (17.april.2019)
101.156
April 17, 2019 at 12:33pm
April 17, 2019 at 12:33pm
#956834
W.O.R.K.

W.hen words wobble, kamikazis,
O.rgasmic saucy repetitions,
R.hythms, rhymes, alliterations,
K.åre brews more coffee.

© Kåre Enga [176.46] (17.april.2019)
101.134
April 16, 2019 at 5:32pm
April 16, 2019 at 5:32pm
#956764
A view of April from Mt. Jumbo

Will it rain or snow was our question.

Among clouds there was no argument, just shrugs to let loose drops
that fell like dandruff, like shedding dead skin in the shower. Whether
it melted or not before it touched the ground was none of their concern.

Foraging
ducks—call of geese
flying north

© Kåre Enga [176.45ab] (16.abril.2019)
101.108
April 15, 2019 at 4:58pm
April 15, 2019 at 4:58pm
#956648
In this season of buttercups

In this season
of buttercups I wander
among sage—grey greening,
sky bluing, river rising from melt
and cold rain. They squat
on the ground, raiment
around them, royalty
among shy blossoms,
those impatient harbingers
of spring—turn their faces
up to me as if I were—
a Sun. But on this cloudy
evening I cast no shadow.
Their iridescent yellow
beckons the bees...
and me.

© Kåre Enga [176.43] (14.april.2019)

April 14, 2019 at 4:26pm
April 14, 2019 at 4:26pm
#956567
As pink as a pearled dawn

Droplets slide down a clear
shower curtain. A youth stands
naked in shimmering steam,
soaps skin as fragile as poppy
wings, as pink as a pearled dawn
in spring, untouched by searing
sun that brings the drought,
cold roaring winds that clear
spent leaves off trees.

Behind an opaque
curtain—better to not peer
too closely, better to mist
mirrors to soften the ravages
of tears. When chapped lips
cry out in pain...

better to pray for rain.

© Kåre Enga [176.42] (14.abril.2019)

For the Dew Drop Inn, prompt: rain.
101.069
April 13, 2019 at 9:32pm
April 13, 2019 at 9:32pm
#956515
I'm not vegan

Cricket flour—
to bake some bread. Dried
meal worms—
for a snack. I crave the juicy
honey of an ant.

As for the movement
of worms—the early bird's
still hungry when I'm
through. Movement's
life... better when
fresh... like you.

So—
when you order your three-
layered bean-burger oozing
with cheese—add
a side of squiggling maggots—
for me.

© Kåre Enga [176.39] (13.aibreán.2019)

For the DeW dRoP iNn prompt "insects".
101.056
April 12, 2019 at 11:25pm
April 12, 2019 at 11:25pm
#956456
Megatherium

I'm huge
but you've never seen me.
Only the Cherokee
knew I existed,
before they hunted me
to death.

My bones remain
like the woolly rhinoceros,
like the mammoth,
mere legends.

For nothing larger than you—
can ever exist.

© Kåre Enga [176.38] (12.abril.2019)

Megatherium - giant ground sloth.
April 11, 2019 at 7:24pm
April 11, 2019 at 7:24pm
#956375
Tad and Polly

He was just—Tad
pole, and she—Polly
wog. They put their heads
together and wiggled
all day long.

But he grew up a tad—
short and poly—
amorous while she
became a toad.

So once they grew new legs
they croaked at each other
and hopped away back home.

© Kåre Enga [176.37] (11.april.2019)

The Dew Drop Inn prompt was "aquatic creature".
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