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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 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 |
| Psalm of 2121 By the rivers of Babylon we wept, our tears falling into the brackish backwaters of the dying delta, our bonfires fast becoming the sea. There by the poplars we hung our heads; in our shame there was no song of joy, for we had forgotten the melody as we had forgotten who once we were. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.231] (19.september.2021) for
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I told Harlow Flick, Right Fielder  : "As for 'mandrake' — that's another issue. [Shouldn't we] be writing about cellphones, IT, Uber Eats, the Great Die-Off (of cash, conversation and cafes), the thousand masks we wear, how fear consumes us.Once I was a gardener. I doubt most urban young people know the names of flowers and trees. They are concrete objects, but unknown and thereby devoid of any emotional response. Even smells... how many can relate to eau-de-outhouse? Or even a rotten egg. Who buys eggs? Not those ordering out everyday for lunch. Without shared experiences we have difficulty communicating across divides of geography, religion, social class or generations." Cellphones: speak to the ether, no hands attached, untethered to a cord, tethered to expectations instead, one is always on call. How slippery? Dismay as it's dropped. IT: I can do this work anywhere at anytime without having to deal with real people face to face. I relish symbols and ideas, how abstractions are clean yet complicated, yet devoid of emotion. Numbers and letters swirl in my dreams, eyes open or shut. Uber Eats: order it and it shall be yours. No need to cook. No mess to clean up. As long as it's on our menu it will appear like magic at your door, still warm, made by anonymous, devoid of any personal touch. Packaged. Great Die-off: fearful of hugs, fearful of unknown faces, we longed to be left alone to our own inner dramas until we forgot how to listen, how to speak; we became fearful of filthy cash transactions, trading them for plastic that allowed us to be tracked by banks; we drove through a place where we could pick-up our preordered latte without human interaction. We gleefully killed cash, conversations and those dreaded slow as espresso cafes, sterilized unwanted smells. We wear masks everyday to hide our poverty, our zits, our true emotions but demand that others show us their face — but only if they don't think like us or look like us or... we get to hide; that's our right, a privilege we deny to others. Our voices muffled, undistinguishable. I don't like new people or eat anything I don't already know. My comfort zone occupies the Past. No change is allowed. My world is flat, anything beyond the horizon will remain unknown. No need to think about a future I can't imagine. I'm sure others can do better. Maybe write about silk flowers and plastic toys devoid of smell or sound. My poem from yesterday: One tattooed angel for Alison ten meters above this icy flow / shoes shuffle in fear / on a slippery walkway — slow and slower still / till a light touch to the shoulder / and a few kind words intervene / as a choir of birds and flowers / and one tattooed angel / guide my feet across stilled waters [178.227] (11.september.2021) I thought I saw Alison. I spoke with Ingrid, a nurse, about covid. Ate Syrian coconut sweet harisa I picked up at farmers market with a cup of strong steaming coffee. Wrote a postcard to Sorji, chatted with Angelica. The AQI wasn't too bad; I could breathe! It was cool so I wore a long-sleeved maroon shirt. The Montana Grizz won at home; I listened to the radio commentary and the crowd noise. Lots of guests in town; horrible traffic. Such were my thoughts. ~555 words "Blogville "  105.645 |
| Under a bluebird sky It was Monday the 10th and time to get up, pour the coffee, put on clothes to buy some groceries, head off to school, or go to work, a warm and sticky day, a stormy evening, a hurricane dodged. It was almost autumn as the skies cleared up and temperatures dropped. It was Tuesday the 11th and time to get up, pour the coffee, put on clothes to buy some groceries head off to school, or go to work on a tranquil morning under a bluebird sky, a beautiful day had begun. © Kåre Enga 2021 [178.226] (10.september.2021) 23 lines For: "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" PPC#14: TIME Write a poem inspired by time. Seconds, minutes, hours, etc. Or even its value, wasting time, buying time, etc. 2001 [September 10th]: It was a warm and sticky day (the dew point rose into the low 70s), the warmest day of the month (high/low of 86°/68°), but then a passing cold front produced thunderstorms in the late afternoon and evening. The evening thunderstorm dumped 0.57" of rain between 8:15-8:45 PM. Skies cleared afterward, setting the stage for a beautiful day tomorrow. views: 105.642 |
| Hallucination Nation You scream "Mandrake!" As if female drakes existed, and criss-crossed your path then sprayed their juice into your mouth to heal the pain or end it. So, you think there's magic brewing in my pot? Oh, if you truly knew you'd leave right now and outrun your clutching shadow. © Kåre Enga 2021 [178.225] for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |
| Marigold Clematis tried to tangle the sunset with her tendrils. Morning Glory in her wisdom closed shop long ago. Empty lots with their broken ruins testified that all had been lost. But a single marigold in a crack softly said, no. You fled like the sun, hid behind clouds like the moon. Age only comes to those who live long; so, I promised to search till you caressed each wrinkle. Marigold gently whispered, you need to let go. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.224] (6.septembre.2021) for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |
| An empty box He would leave you oral memories a time long passed that only he remembers when a child collected dandelions and dug up plants to move them to his garden. Not all histories are best recorded. Words of those deemed lesser lay forgotten. Not all truths are passed on down. What remains is but a palimpsest you'll write upon. He would help you forget the troubled times by burning all that once was his. He would take you by the hand to view the ruins. In the cracks, behold how life hung on. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.223] (5.septembre.2021) For "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2023-2024)" PC prompt: Remember 'time capsules'? Write a poem about what you'd put in one ifyou were to create one today. Line Count: minimum of 12 |
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