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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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IN MEMORIUM

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passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
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June 13, 2021 at 3:35pm
June 13, 2021 at 3:35pm
#1011819
This passage into night

One glimpse of your dying light would be nice as your eyes flutter in response as clouds color my thoughts and midges dance above the branches and moths take flight, drawn to lamplight.

Amber fades to puce as blue turns grey as life weakens your last breath begins to
dissipate like mist. Do we resist this passage into night. Do we embrace the death of sight. Will we be reborn yet another day.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.142.s] (12.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 3:26pm
June 13, 2021 at 3:26pm
#1011818
Flag Day and the Death of Democracy

The flag hangs limp in the heat of the day
or when soaked by rain. Its day of glory
fades at sunset. It fears the twilight
when another flag may replace it atop
the pole. Half mast — does it mourn
the death of democracy. How did it became
a fashion symbol of autocracy, wrapped
around the populace like a blanket
of fake conspiracies — then sat upon.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.141] (12.juni.2021)


Flag Day was important when and where I grew up.
June 13, 2021 at 2:55pm
June 13, 2021 at 2:55pm
#1011816
Last goodbye

A last goodbye. So little of nothing that no one remembers. So unexpected — there was nothing to say.

The sun sets unaware that I sit here thinking of you in the dark waiting for sleep to veil you then unveil you at the breaking of dawn.

The day-star sets oblivious that my heart was broken long ago, that its healing rays of hope no longer brighten days.

That last goodbye. So little said. So unexpected that there was nothing to say.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.140.s] (11.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 2:45pm
June 13, 2021 at 2:45pm
#1011815
To the Sun

The clouds parted and I could see clearly through rain-washed skies. Is this what's promised by the rainbows that define our lives. No rainbows tonight. Only a promise that after the cleansing life has been protected from the dusty death by drought. You're past the horizon now but the golden lined clouds still mark your presence in the dying light.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.139] (10.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 2:37pm
June 13, 2021 at 2:37pm
#1011813
So many clouds between us

The sun set on you two hours ago. How many suns have set since last I saw you. Over 5 thousand have passed. How many more. Will this lifetime pass us by. Will an eternity keep us apart. If I beg the Moon to deliver a message — will you look up. Will you receive it. Or will clouds obscure my cursive across its face. So many suns. So many moons. So many clouds between us.

will you ever write me back to tell me that you love me too

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.138.s] (8.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 2:27pm
June 13, 2021 at 2:27pm
#1011811
It doesn't matter

No sun. No shadow.
How black and white mean nothing without each other.
How a blind man will say it doesn't matter.
Do you love me?
Love me like the gravity keeping me on this spinning rock.
Do we define ourselves as good or bad,
compare ourselves to others?
God would say it doesn't matter,
how you are loved with or without the sun,
with or without a shadow.
For where there's love — it doesn't matter.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.137.s] (7.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 2:16pm
June 13, 2021 at 2:16pm
#1011809
Siren song

You serenade me from the land of the setting sun, enter my window to cool my flesh while the roar of the river beckons from below. What tales do you whisper with your siren song. What wisdom's lost to one who's deaf. Clouds will color your message soon. They hang out above me to send down blessings. How often have I prayed for rain.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.136.s] (6.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 1:54pm
June 13, 2021 at 1:54pm
#1011807
Lundy's nook

When Gary moves who'll take his place?
Violet haired or spiked in pink,
who will sit and stare and think
or pen prose poems in lilac ink?

Who will sit in this sacred spot,
and make it all their own;
unaware, that a well-known prince,
a poet, perched upon this throne.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.135] (5.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 1:43pm
June 13, 2021 at 1:43pm
#1011806
Topaz to amber to rust

Hot winds wither the lavender fleur-des-lis and shred the wisps aloft. At dusk the flag waves, a gesture in vernal lust. Before nightfall cools me off you're fast asleep in your own time zone as I watch light shift from topaz to amber to rust.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.134.s] (4.juni.2021)
June 13, 2021 at 1:31pm
June 13, 2021 at 1:31pm
#1011805
Reflection of a joyous day

My silhouette on the wall ringed in a golden halo, as ephemeral as the sunset's glow fading on the mountains, like your smile when once I turned my back but saw your grimace in a mirror, the reflection of a joyous day now concealed by a horizon, where we'll never meet again.

© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.133] (3.juni.2021)

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