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L'aura del Campo

by Kåre Enga in Udon Thani

Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #982524

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 ♣

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.

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS!

On a practical note, in answer to your questions:

Gifts from NOVAcatmando

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ransomme Iowegian Skye

IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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These pictures rotate.

Kåre Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish

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10 Most Recent Blog Comments:

Joy

Apr 10, 2024 at 11:18am
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

Yessss! Me three! Off to "charcoal thoughts."

Katya the Poet

Apr 9, 2024 at 9:23pm
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

This certainly cheered me up! I hope it did the same for you.

winklett in the woods

Apr 9, 2024 at 8:52am
In response to "Double Espresso, please! [181.8]"

I relate -- and appreciate the reminder to let sunshine save me!

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Kåre Enga in Udon Thani

Apr 3, 2024 at 12:02am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

huser:Katya} Joy Rhyssa winklett in the woods

It needs tweeking. Short lines can be a headache; little room for maneuvering. It's got a cadence, so; yes, it could be a song. The 'conflict' is ending on one long sad fading note. I'm conflicted as to what I do next.

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winklett in the woods

Apr 2, 2024 at 10:47am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

So much pain conveyed, effectively with such sharp short lines. Nice.

Rhyssa

Apr 1, 2024 at 10:09pm
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

It kind of feels to me like a song. I kept hearing music with it.

Joy

Apr 1, 2024 at 6:04pm
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

Nice! I like how stoically you addressed the conflict as if a slight skirmish.

Katya the Poet

Apr 1, 2024 at 3:16pm
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

Nice! I like the title a lot, too! The push and pull of love reinforced by couplets here!

Kåre Enga in Udon Thani

Apr 1, 2024 at 7:09am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

Cappucine It'll need a nedit (an ewt ... a newt). But it's great just to write it out for now. The cadence (basically 6/6/6/4) isn't perfect.

Unfortunately we have 'relationship' issues (you probably think this song is about you, don't you ). That said, use what the Muse gifts.

Cappucine

Apr 1, 2024 at 5:49am
In response to "Snow day [181.3]"

Nice poem. Like the rhythms & rhymes, with their effective irregularities.

July 14, 2016 at 7:06pm

#887425

There comes a... (C1-K4)

A group of 'poems' that have been slightly edited and eventually will have their own entry to be rated and reviewed.

There comes
a softening
to the empty bowl
when filled with noodles—
a warming broth
—when winds freeze all—
a moments hunger
blessed

© Kåre Enga [171.C1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to her womb
when flushed
the afterbirth—a gift—
to eat or bury

© Kåre Enga [171.C2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
come September
when Dragon's breath
of July's dust
and August's swelter
once southward bound
leaves but embers.

© Kåre Enga [171.D1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to coarse sand
when wave upon wave
sorts the shells
and stone grit
knocks off edges
sharpness only
a memory of life
the beach can never know.

© Kåre Enga [171.D2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to castles built of sand
awaiting waves
to fill their moats
to undermine their towers
until tomorrow
when they're built once more
from dreams
that will not wash away.

© Kåre Enga [171.E1] (23 November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to mathematics
when straight lines
and straight perceptions yield
to fractals
of rocky shores
of sandy islands
and melting icebergs
to equations
of you and I
and us.

© Kåre Enga [171.E2] (23 November 2014)

There comes a
softening
to dungeon walls
when excrement casts spells
in a sadist's crave
for rhyme or reason
where no remorse
among lost syllables
cries out
I will not be forgotten
nor washed away
by time.

© Kåre Enga [171.F1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to old stone walls
where flowers perch
in sunshine
where now I lean
to gather warmth
around me.

© Kåre Enga [171.F2] (23 November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to a marble bust
when scarf-covered
to add some color
draped to warm
its inner heart
of stone.

© Kåre Enga [171.G1] (23 November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to the crystal vase
when filled with acid
tongue and cheek
the spit of lies
and the corrosive cries
of whine and roses.

© Kåre Enga [171.G2] (23 November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to new brick
when ivy climbs
and covers it
in a cloak of green
its nakedness
caressed by moss
small cracks
the wildflowers home.

© Kåre Enga [171.H1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to the royal pew
the altar of the chosen few
when once chagrined
now welcomes others
to sit and join
their feasts

© Kåre Enga [171.H2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
of the light
stone cold
that rules my night
of ice
of Summer's Winter.

© Kåre Enga [171.I1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to new shoes
when each day's walked
to and fro
and there are no others
to take their place
to give them rest
until replaced.

© Kåre Enga [171.I2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to unknown fear
when faced
and better still
when the other face
shows kindness
smiles.

© Kåre Enga [171.J1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
to frozen meat
the wild caught salmon
the hunted elk
the neighbor's cat or dog
when storms come through
and down the lines
connecting civilization
to refrigeration
returning all to mush
to take out
to the compost heap.

© Kåre Enga [171.J2] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
of flesh
when heavy lid
weighs down the bone
when stone of tomb
proves mightier
than the sword
of intellect
or pen.

© Kåre Enga [171.K1] (November 2014)

There comes
a softening
of the soil
when rains drench all
and slake our thirst
of flower, fog and frog
the dying mind
that strives
to birth
a thought.

© Kåre Enga [171.K2] (November 2014)

The comes
a softening
to dough
when probed by fingers
cut and weighed
stretched out then measured
cinnamon sugared—rolled
then cut again and shaped
to rise in warmth again.

© Kåre Enga [171.K3] (13 January 2015)

There comes
a softening
to spite
when light
streams in
and hearts connect
or when darkness (humbles)
makes us huddle
extinguishing
the space between
us and them.

© Kåre Enga [171.K4] (January 2015)

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