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 |
To dream ...perchance to sleep; yet — pillows become cotton clouds as sheets billow and blankets smother peccadillos — of wanton days. Come what may... I'll hug you tight throughout these fearsome nights. © Kåre Enga [177.354] (24.februar.2021) For:
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I lean I lean into Friday — not sure that these days off will comfort the reality that all days suck when you're not here to share them — then slowly I lean back if only to ground myself. © Kåre Enga [177.351] (19.februar.2021) Based on leaning bronze statue by Emil Alzamora. https://momentsjournal.com/emil-alzamora-extraordinary-human-bronze-sculptures/ For
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Tuesday afternoon? Clogged drain and the power out. Brain drain. I begin to pout Back upon the bed to nap, yet daydream instead — of crap. © Kåre Enga [177.348] (18.februar.2021) For
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"Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson "If you're offered a seat on a rocket ship, don't ask what seat! Just get on." ~ Sheryl Sandberg Save me a seat He swims frigid sunshine — golden rays on his golden head, his wings black against a purple sky, this moment that will not last. Surfing photons beyond this Galaxy's edge, she haunts the cold of the Universe's hedge against Humanity's spread — before the blast. Father — Mother — All who fly through seas, that seek to soar through oxblood moonlight. © Kåre Enga [177.347] (15.februar.2021) 8 long lines of 9-11 syllables. for:
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Sketchbook I limn those moments we spent together: your face — your voice as blank as this page, scant as ink that fades. KE [346] For "Invalid Item" |
Frozen over Bleak bouquet of ice-pack clogging veins of mountains weeping sweeping winter's wreckage to the sea — a sea that waits this day-bright day of white — the white of glistening slopes, the cold of expectant come-what-may — what may become of this jam that clogs the sway of channels as they melt — then swiftly flow to the sea. © Kåre Enga [177.344] (13.februar.2021)
Earlier version: Frozen over Bleak bouquet of ice-pack clogging veins of mountains weeping sweeping winter's wreckage to the sea — a sea that waits this day-bright day of white — the white of glistening slopes, the cold of expectant come-what-may — what may become of this jam that clogs the sway of channels as they melt — melt then flow to the sea. © Kåre Enga [177.344] (13.februar.2021) |
Stalactite Deep in caves beyond dark nooks of bats where no one ventures, water drips from stony eyes as if to touch in centuries, millennia, your upturned face, a drip drip drip of tears that try to reach you. I will always love you through floods and drought, hidden from the sad reproach of those who cannot understand that I will always love you as my stalactite meets your stalagmite, and there we'll stand together like a pillar, still... I will always love you till eternity removes all memories of stone and water. © Kåre Enga [177.343] (10.februar.2021) For the 48 hour Media Prompt but entered into
LYRICS Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Chucky Thompson / Faith Evans / Faith Renee Evans |
A cinquain of 22 syllables. Trapped inside It snowed, horizontal slant, a cold front backing up. Ground beef, onions cooked in a pan till scorched. © Kåre Enga [177.342.cq] (8.februar.2021) |
shoutitagain in the cavecavecave only echoechoecho no answers to our questions only sound reflection in the chambers of our mindmindmind where we findfindfind less than nothing © Kåre Enga [177.340] (8.februar.2021) For
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Peaches Sweet as pie and popcorn, sharp claws climbing drapes, kind enough to suckle kittens that were not hers. Three legged crash survivor, one eyed and crooked jawed, five pounds of chatty "yeow!" filled me with awe. She came with name attached. I could find none better. She came into my life to beg me let her do as she darn well pleased — it was my pleasure. © Kåre Enga [177.339] (7.februar.2021) 14 lines For: "Love is in the Air! (PETS)" Peaches wasn't quite this demanding, but ... she was feline ... and loved popcorn. |