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 |
Dealing with it The door is closed, the light turned off, my thoughts composed, was it the stroganoff? I sit here in silence without a doubt, accept the science: what goes in must come out. but, thump thump thump as if they don't know I'm taking a dump; this ain't no show. I'M TAKING A SHIT (you dumb-ass schmuck) and continue to sit till it comes unstuck. © Kåre Enga [177.150] (22.juli.2020) (16 lines, rhymed quatrains: abab cdcd ...) NOTE: I share toilets and showers where I live. Here ... if the door is closed it's occupied, no need to knock. Although fictionalized (it wasn't the stroganoff) this truly happened recently. So yeah, I loathe being interrupted when I'm dealing with it as best I can. PROMPT Pick something you loathe.
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Illiberal, Kansas: visceral beading the strings with wood, clay, and glass; never onyx, no mixing between Whites and Blacks. © Kåre Enga [177.149] (12.juli.2020) (couplet, 12/12, near rhyme) 1. Prompt is visceral: obtained through intuition rather than from reasoning or observation 2. illiberal: narrow-minded about cherished opinions 3. onyx: a banded chalcedony (stone), black/white, red/white, etc. 4. It may be obtuse, but there actually is a city called Liberal in the 'Free State' of Kansas where I went to school and lived. Free State = 'abolition of slavery' to Northerners but a better definition then and now would be 'free of Blacks'.
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Five minutes till there once was a human named jayne who laughed till her sides split with pain with five minutes to write my words won't take flight and there's no time left to explain. © Kåre Enga [177.147] (21.juli.2020) (5 line limerick)
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