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 |
Libra known for poems on eclectic topics —such as sex or stars— he scribbles 'peaches' 20 syllables: 4/6/6/4 © Kåre Enga [175.218a] (6.september.2020) For:
Note to self: 24 syllable: Mid May [218b] Eclectric trek: plane to Oslo, train to Bodø, ferry to Moskenes, no bus to Å? I walk. 22 syllable (cinquain): Eclectric trek [218c] I plane to Oslo, train to Bodø, ferry to Moskenes, but no bus to Å? I walk. |
2020/2020 Seeing double looking forward looking back we wrap ourselves in golden pasts we try to grasp a shiny future and begin to argue as fights break out. Is this the best of times? It's very bad times a year of utter chaos no winners anywhere. Can you see clearly now — the smoke has cleared and what remains? Just the dead and dying. © Kåre Enga [177.220] (6.september.2020) 15 lines free verse (free wurst?) For:
PROMPT: Write a poem about seeing 2020 off. Will you send it away with a bang or a whimper? Is it dependent on something external? Maybe 2020 hasn't bothered you all that much. That's fair, too. |