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 |
Mazed I enter, exit, always amazed how lost I get; yet, always find my way through life's labyrinth. © Kåre Enga [177.251] (14.oktober.2020) 24 syllables: 5/8/1/7/3 free verse; prompt: labyrinth. For:
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Lone Elm There's something to be said for napping with a cat on the lap a dog curled at one's feet a cup of tea at fingertips gazing out the window at snowflakes sifting over a bird feeder, blujays, and one lone cardinal. And after stormy gales a blanket of hush, the calm of sunlight over drifted fields, the sky a stunning blue. One can get used to quiet, drama kept at bay by hedgerows that mark the boundaries of fields, of wheat and corn and hay. Everyday, routines become a harmony to the melody of wind rustling dead leaves. Oh, these memories of Lone Elm a place where I've never lived yet long to be. © Kåre Enga [177.250] (13.oktober.2020) |
Mist shrouds the mountains I Mist shrouds the mountains, the mountains turning white; deep in dark valleys old pines discuss the sight. Fires quelled in autumn yet embers warm their feet; hearts reduced to ash beneath the pall still beat. II You stand there looking up at me and wondering out loud how you could climb my mountain so hesitant — so cowed. But I will surely thunder back beneath my thinning crest that lessons of my youth still glow to guide you on your quest. © Copyright Kåre Enga [177.249] (13.oktober.2020) For:
16 lines 4 quatrains with xaxa rhyme divided into two parts. The first is based on more concrete images and has a syllabic pattern of 5/6/5/6. The second is more 'personal' and has a 8/6/8/6 pattern. |