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 |    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 |
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In truth? I just wasn't inspired today. It felt more like exercises empty of emotion. Momma said they'd be days like this... The first duty of love is to listen. – Paul Tillich You aren’t just the age you are. You are all the ages you ever have been! – Kenneth Koch Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare. – Harriet Martineau The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. – H.W. Longfellow Above the Arctic Circle A thousand stars hide in the sunshine, sparkling off waters, their brilliance washed out by warming rays that will not set; yet, they whisper to the gathering that glistens: in six months we'll still be twinkling; when you are bored take time to look up and listen. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.283] (8.desember.2021) Ten. I was happy at ten. 1: already walking. 2: already talking. 3: tears and forgetting. 4: quickly forgotten. 40: fresh flowers to tend. 50: spent gardens; lost friends. 60: searching and traveling. 70: tomorrow now trashed. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.284] (8.desember.2021) Harriet reads labels Oh... Sixty calories. So, Do I dare? Should I indulge—sport a peppermint bulge. Readers are plentiful; are thinkers rare? Yet, books seldom read, opinions oft said. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.285] (8.desember.2021) Hmolscience Protons, electrons the forces of attraction as spin separates each atom, sorted to it's own world. How order is scattered as entropy diffuses falling from great heights like rain from dimmed lamps. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.286] (8.desember.2021) |
| Once foretold all that glitters isn't gold thus the ancient tales are told sometimes diamonds clasped by rust lay better left untouched by lust whether your days are meek or bold death comes bidden once foretold and all you thought was right and just withers in time to blight and dust © Copyright 2020 Kåre Enga [178.287] (10.desember.2021) For
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| Llullaby the click the pluck of keys the clack of bells as tweets repeat in lulls and swells your metallic voice a llullaby a humm that culls the ennui untill I fall asleep © 2021 Kåre Enga [178.278] (19.novembre.2021) Prompt: listening to Zim's mbira. Note: misspellings done on purpose. For
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| Mid-Life for Wordsmitty ✍️ In the moment between enthusiasm and memories three decades of Mid-Life pass in a flash that keeps inner fires barely burning, and embers banked, until a frisky breath-like breeze passes over them to warm numb flesh and remind cold bones that dawn still blooms beyond twilight, where night passes into the light of another day, another life, that begins anew with eyes wide open and the joy of being innocent once more. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.277] (9.novembre.2021) |
| Restrictions: You may only use the vowels A, E, & I. You may not use the letters L or D. Your poem must be at least six lines long. Each line must have at least 3 words. Your poem must make sense. Saint Ram never regret, never repent Pikes prick his fingers, his wrist, his heart, rest where thighs meet, wetting satin britches tinging what he screams with aching anger: never regret, never repent, remember the pain. Man the ramparts! I ain't Saint Ram.1 We fight this satanic king. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.276.J8] (9.noviembre.2021) 11 lines In response to "Sacrificial Lamb"  for:
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 In the garden of my heart I start a garden at age 9. It grows each year, in spite of the clay, with abandoned plants and flower seeds I glean. You had magnificent gardens and garden parties. Now memories fade as geraniums bloom on the window sill. I'm 12 and write an essay about a house aglow with gardens, with avenues of arching trees, all paths showing the way. You found that house and entered but now no copies remain and you've forgotten the way back to that sacred place. I want to see the flutter of the Baltimore Oriole's bright orange wings hanging from a nest in my own elm tree! They cut it down when you were just 15. You waited 40 more years until they visited you in Kansas. I'm 10 and I plan on following the footsteps of Halliburton in the big wide world, sail the seas with Thor Heyerdahl. Now you've traveled around the world by boat, by train, by plane. It's all the same you know, and very small. I have friends that play outside in the dirt with me. I know everyone's name; but, no one's ever allowed to come in. You will have two houses and invite everyone in. But you will lose them both and live in two rooms without close friends. I wrap myself in dreams snug in the closet where no one can hurt or find me. I withdraw from a life I don't want to face. Yet none-the-less life seeks you out and you didn't notice that your dreams were dying by the time you turned thirteen. © Káre Enga [178.275.J7] (25.november.2021) A call-and-response in 6 parts. Each line has about 28 syllables. About 280 words. Won day 7 of the
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Winner of [Link To Item #dailypoem] 's Day 5 Nov 2021 challenge with your poem Quail to the...!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/genre-Drama-450.gif) Quail to the... wham bam thank-you-ma'am of love, the whizz fizz gulp of carnal lust, the star-spangled jangle of loose-lipped words, the murmuring babble we've come to distrust, as we google the gurgle of your bugled lies and play tap tap Taps with disgust o'er the hush hush hush of your dust. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.274.J5] (36.oktober.2021) For:
Abstact words: love, lust, words, distrust, lies, disgust. Concrete: dust. You MUST use at least one of the following: fizz, gulp, murmur, hush, or jangle. You can use them all if you want, but you must use at least one. |
| In response to Georgia O'Keeffe's collection. Georgia Georgia, It's your flowers... the invitation to enter, be amazed, to look at life in an up-close way. Oh! How to shrink myself and enter, vow to wake up with your morning glories, now to smell the crimson roses, hear the angel trumpets sing! © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.273.J4] (36.oktober.2021) For
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Congratulations for your winning Day 3 of [Link To Item #dailypoem] Nov 2021 round with your poem Family Plot!](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Color_My_World-2216037.gif) Family plot Hear gold bells reverburate; see the silver doorknobs shimmer; copper oranges leave a metalic aftertaste; the bronze stinks of sticky prints that children leave behind — forever. The royal tomb's festooned in purple; the mustiness of old Bibles browns; the stairway to hell's paved with money; the green green grass of summer sickens as carmine poppies bloom around. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.272.J3] (34.oktober.2021) 10 lines For
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