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 |
September frost Alone on the 4th waiting for the clock to sound: 4 bells, 4 chimes, 4 thoughts that toll to comfort me. The number for death and diamonds; how carbon, squeezed into its ultimate form, shapes the lives we dance in a shout and a twist. Oh sweet deliverance! Strip my cold flesh and make of my bones a fossil, worn on your chest, as warm as I will ever get. © Kåre Enga [177.212] (4.september.2020) 7 lines (12 syllable alexandrines) free verse For:
PROMPT Write a poem about being alone. You MUST use the following words from the song: DIAMOND, SHAPE, TWIST, DELIVERANCE. |
Chant and toss Lavish the lettuce. Adorn with garlic. Horseradish dressing! Make vampires vanish. © Kåre Enga [177.213] (4.september.2020) 20 syllables: 5/5/5/5 some rhyme and alliteration to hold the tossed salad together. For:
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Dancing across the waters Spring hope It's a long ways across the waters too far to swim, too cold, too choppy too risky for an angel with clipped wings; he'd dance across it if he could. Summer mirage The salt pan shimmers in the heat as he shimmies to the jungle beat; a memory, a genetic camouflage, jeans grinding, sweet-n-salty, indiscreet. Autumn puddles A patch quilt in raiment red, green, and gold and Boy George, by George, twirling to gentle notes, a hush that ripples across the puddles on a soft day of rainbows after the storm. Winter pond He skates as if his feet know the script, the cursive tales he inscribes in ice erased by sun and melt each day; to fly across this palimpsest his only vice. Spring hope He swears he'd dance across the melting river's roar; once healed he'd surely soar; another spring, another thousand years; this too shall pass; he folds his wounded wings. © Kåre Enga [177.211] (3.september.2020) 25 lines (including seasons) quatrains of around 10 syllables, some rhyme. PROMPT DANCING IN AN UNUSUAL PLACE - can be literal, metaphoric, surreal, whatever you want. For:
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