Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ 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. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
September frost Alone on the 4th waiting for the clock to sound: 4 bells, 4 chimes, 4 thoughts that toll to comfort me. The number for death and diamonds; how carbon, squeezed into its ultimate form, shapes the lives we dance in a shout and a twist. Oh sweet deliverance! Strip my cold flesh and make of my bones a fossil, worn on your chest, as warm as I will ever get. © Kåre Enga [177.212] (4.september.2020) 7 lines (12 syllable alexandrines) free verse For:
PROMPT Write a poem about being alone. You MUST use the following words from the song: DIAMOND, SHAPE, TWIST, DELIVERANCE. |
Chant and toss Lavish the lettuce. Adorn with garlic. Horseradish dressing! Make vampires vanish. © Kåre Enga [177.213] (4.september.2020) 20 syllables: 5/5/5/5 some rhyme and alliteration to hold the tossed salad together. For:
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Dancing across the waters Spring hope It's a long ways across the waters too far to swim, too cold, too choppy too risky for an angel with clipped wings; he'd dance across it if he could. Summer mirage The salt pan shimmers in the heat as he shimmies to the jungle beat; a memory, a genetic camouflage, jeans grinding, sweet-n-salty, indiscreet. Autumn puddles A patch quilt in raiment red, green, and gold and Boy George, by George, twirling to gentle notes, a hush that ripples across the puddles on a soft day of rainbows after the storm. Winter pond He skates as if his feet know the script, the cursive tales he inscribes in ice erased by sun and melt each day; to fly across this palimpsest his only vice. Spring hope He swears he'd dance across the melting river's roar; once healed he'd surely soar; another spring, another thousand years; this too shall pass; he folds his wounded wings. © Kåre Enga [177.211] (3.september.2020) 25 lines (including seasons) quatrains of around 10 syllables, some rhyme. PROMPT DANCING IN AN UNUSUAL PLACE - can be literal, metaphoric, surreal, whatever you want. For:
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"I Gotta Feeling" by The Black Eyed Peas came out in 2009. Feel good times? I'm not feeling it. I live next to a casino where young and old spit in each other's faces. I'm dealing with it. But I've always been a serious person and this song conveys the message "live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse." So inappropriate for Covid 2020. So I write anti-lyrics: You got the virus slim and trim showing your skin you sway to the beat who got the virus so nineteen-eighty so sick with a.i.d.s so nineteen-twenty so sick, afraid as you sway as you sway as you sway who got the virus slim and trim showing you skin have you prayed have you prayed that grandma stays well have you prayed she won't get the virus drink in one hand party as you bop not afraid of the virus dance till you drop slim and trim showing your skin you'll look great in the coffin is that you that's coughin'? as you sway as you sway do you pray do you pray you won't catch the virus too late, too late, i got the virus now you got the virus and your grandma too © Kåre Enga [177.210] (2.september.2020) Although it's a party song, this is a video with lyrics but without the drinking and partying: 104,527 |
I hate shopping bra in hand she sighs, what you looking for? jockstrap dangling, i grin, even the score. © Kåre Enga [177.209] (2.september.2020) 20: 5/5/5/5 abab For:
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Springsteen bulletproofs the cure a cento We couldn't get closer than this And I ain't got nothing to say The way we stalk, the way we kiss I go to bed feeling the same way This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof This gun's for hire the grooviest thing, the perfect dream You can't start a fire Then curl up in the fire and sleep This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof © Kåre Enga [177.208] (2.september.2020) A cento. Lines snipped and used are in bold: "Lovecats", The Cure: We move like cagey tigers We couldn't get closer than this The way we walk, the way we talk The way we stalk, the way we kiss Then curl up in the fire And sleep for awhile It's the grooviest thing It's the perfect dream La Roux, "Bulletproof": This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof This time, baby, I’ll be bulletproof Bruce Springsteen, "Dancing in the Dark": I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark For:
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Forgot to finish? Enter? So I made it 27 syllables instead. So you won. So what. Disheveled after wine and roses... What memories! What treachery! Who doesn't revel in your triumph? Me. © Kåre Enga [177.206] (2.september.2020) 27: 9/8/9/1 (revel) Originally worked on for
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HAPPY.................................................. WHAT? husH ma and pA a puP a cuP a battle crY whaT neW emoticons will attract mE then attack me, wheN at nighT I try to snoozE or hibernate, to resT perhaps to dream of the slusH of snoW the cold, the joy anD froliC |