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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 |
Quoting Leviticus Like smoke, thick ashy choke, I barely breathe from hate you spew around: in and out, in — and out. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.197] (31.juli.2021) Form: cinquain. Inspired by "Invalid Entry" hullabaloo22 PPC#8 Write a poem that personifies an emotion: love, anger, fear, sadness, joy, for example. I suspect this personifies a type of anger. For
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79031 In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — if one prays for rain. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.196] (24.juli.2021) 8 lines free verse For
Earth, Texas - town founder William E. Halsell was so impressed by the area’s fertile soil he wanted to name the town Good Earth, which the post office shortened to Earth. Later edit with alternative line breaks In Good Earth — good enough for cotton — brown and green irrigation circles meet at the dusty corner of Main — going east and west — and a farm road going north to nowhere across the flats of horned toads and tumble weed, south to Amherst. One can be Methodist or Baptist — even Catholic — as long as one prays for rain. |
Yee-haw! Like a louse riding a field mouse herding wild cats, Sal's collie cornered her kids, grinned — began to chouse. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.193] (23.juli.2021) Won For
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Music Box baritones sing on and on — sopranos screech and weep and altos drown out tenors — week after tiresome week and the bass-beat never ends — for those who dance stone deaf and the music never stops — for those who rest stone dead © Kåre Enga [178.192] (22.juli.2021) For
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Peas and flounder Steak, potato and gravy clogging my veins? — and peas? I look at my loved ones. "I'll take flounder, please." © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.190] (20.juli.2021) For
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Belonging Those of us in love of rain must also love those who love umbrellas. It's the hoped-for downpour rapping against window panes, clean healing air wafting around us leaving a certain sense of — belonging — to the cycle of water, the huddle of life under umbrellas. We inhale its fragrance — a sure sign that we can safely breathe again. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.189] (20.juli.2021) For
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Dominicalito It's late January and tourists and wannabe surfers have sought other beaches. Full summer. Yes, the multitudes have gone back north. Yes, roads are a bit dusty. Yes, but... Be thankful: that the buses run on weekdays when locals are busy, that it's a bit far from a busy airport, that high-end resorts haven't moved in... shh ...yet. Light tan sand invites a walk where crabs scurry and gulls hunt for who-knows-what and who-knows-what lurks in the black back-water puddles. Stick to the beach and wet the feet. Be careful of the sun. Leave footprints that are erased with each gentle wave. But be wary of riptides even in this non-surfer season. Never go in alone. If you surf? Come back in July. Winter's best. Summer's tranquil... if a bit dry. At least it's not March! There's still water for the drinks at the local bar. Still ice cold cola at the sodas back in Dominical. Grab a towel. Sit awhile. Enjoy the silence of summer. © Copyright 2020 Kåre Enga [178.186] (12.juli.2021)
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Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp — no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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Smoke got in our eyes One blink and you're gone. Flag limp, no confetti sprinkled across an empty sky, just a peachy glow warming my face. Just so you know — I'll miss you. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.185.s] (9.juli.2021) Note: the glow was due to smoke, probably from Idaho. A serenade at sunset for
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Back turned to me I look up, the Moon! but you hide on the far side where I can never find you. Yes, I sing to stars, but I can't tune out your voice, or forget your round blue face. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.187] (14.juli.2021) For:
Form: Sedoka. Two stanzas (each of which is called a katauta). Each has three lines, with 5,7,7 syllables. Rhyme Scheme: No! These are unrhymed. Theme: The stanzas are used to see something from two different perspectives. They are often considered a 'conversation' between two lovers, so that it can be like a question and answer. There can be other themes and imagery involved, but try to let the theme of love shine through somehow. |