%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |    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 L  V 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 |
| Little Virus goes on a trip Little Virus decided to travel. He wanted to see the world. So he hitched a ride on the first plane out and found himself in a delightful place with friendly people who kissed and hugged and ran about. He invited his friends to join him. And they all came to visit and had a grand time dancing and spreading their own kind of joy. And the mayor welcomed them and the preacher prayed with them but the baker kept his distance and the masked man politely said no. But the Little Virus and his viral friends never said no to a party until the mayor got sick and the baker looked worried and the preacher crossed himself while the masked man shook his head. Then the mayor dropped dead and the preacher got ill and the baker was trembling. Little Virus' friends no longer felt welcome, so they all left as soon as they could. The masked man nodded his head as the parties stopped and the people hid and Little Virus asked, "how come." But the mayor couldn't answer, the preacher was dying and the baker was afraid he would too. The masked man just said, "go." So Little Virus took the hint and packed his luggage and decided to leave but the planes were grounded, the buses and trains weren't running, then when he turned around, the masked man blocked his return. But Little Virus know how to be patient so he sat there waiting with his little thumb out knowing that someone would stop. And the world spun 'round and time went on and the masked man kept vigil as Little Virus stretched and yawned. He was still sitting by the road this dawn. (49 lines, rhythmic free verse) © Kåre Enga [177.156] (25.juli.2020) PROMPT Channel your inner Seuss, Silverstein, Carroll, Dahl (heck, even Wordsworth) and create a poem for children. For:
|
| A Typo Life It was a typo poem, a typo essay, a typo rant about a typo life that no one cared about. becsaue bceaseu because the grammar nazi at the front of the room and nazi wannabe sitting next to me beatitoutofme Beat . it . out . of . me . So why bother if my non-existent brother and ever-present mother didn't know. I was on my own. With a typo life that I absolutely refuse to disown. © Kåre Enga [177.153] (23.juli.2020) (use of long/short lines, repetition of words, some internal rhyme and rhythm ... 7-8 lines, but who cares ... not I, said the fly sitting on the shit.) TODAY'S PROMPT IS: TYPO For:
|
| How all journeys end Consider the sturgeons' trek up streams where they birthed; how their numbers burgeon until their lives cease, earthed. © Kåre Enga [177.152] (24.juli.2020) (Couplet: 12/12 ab/ab) For
|
| I grew up with the Japanese poets. Whether haiku, tanka or haibun, they spoke to me. Their keen observations of the natural world instructed the child who started gardening at age 9 and loved simple things. red geraniums look out the window—a fly swats the screen. I loved the juxtaposition of images. The short snippets, a freeze frame of daily life. I didn't need a story. I looked, saw, felt. the toy sits by the path—no one ventures out in the blizzard today I didn't know how hard it was to write one. 17 morae, a seasonal word, a cutting word, emotion elicited not provided. Later I learned there were senryu as well. lemonade in the shade—I remember her laughter most I think of Bashō and wonder whether I would have traveled with him and taken notes or intensely observed the world sitting under his banana tree. Could I have understood and valued Busan's sketches or shared the joy of Issa. When I traveled to Japan at end of winter 2015 I climbed Yamadera and thought of them. two umbrellas descend through heavy snow— the sun comes out  © Kåre Enga [177.151] (23.juli.2020) PROMPT: Tell me about why one of your favourite poets is one of your favourite poets. Possible bonus points if you tell me about it while emulating their style. Just sayin’. For:
Did not win.   |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
![Merit Badge in Reviewing
[Click For More Info]
For your support and suggestions on my haiku "Lone Poinsettia" which took second place in the contest and will be published. Thanks for helping make it a winning poem!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Reviewing-2180.gif)
![Merit Badge in Nano Winner
[Click For More Info]
CONGRATULATIONS on your achievement! *^*Bigsmile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Nano_Winner-2180.gif)
![Merit Badge in Funny
[Click For More Info]](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Funny-200.gif)
![Merit Badge in Friendship
[Click For More Info]
Thanks for being my friend.
Hugz!
grannym](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Friendship-650.gif)
![Merit Badge in Appreciation
[Click For More Info]
For brightening my day with your delightful offerings ~ Thank you so much! *^*Heart*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/general-Appreciation-1985.gif)
). That said, use what the Muse gifts.
