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.
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passed away November 12, 2005
Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
These pictures rotate.
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
In a field of sunflowers
He stares speechless,
oblivious to all,
your bounteous beauty,
your righteous weeds.
© Kåre Enga (8.january.2020)
4/6/4/6/4/ No rhythm, no rhyme, no alliteration. The three long words share a common unstressed last syllable, more an echo than a rhyme. Also: a juxtaposition of two people: the admirer and the admired. The title gives a humble, perhaps MidWestern.
weeds: a black garment (dress) worn by a widow as a sign of mourning
1. (of a person or conduct) morally right or justifiable; virtuous.
"feelings of righteous indignation about pay and conditions"
2. INFORMAL•US very good; excellent.
"righteous bread pudding"
|Once upon a time in Oxford (Only Once)
He chewed tobacky,
aimed for the spittoon,
She glared at him,
Her Majesty's Dragoon.
© Kåre Enga (7.january.2020)
24 syllables in two stanzas 12/12 (this happened; that followed). No real rhythm, meter, form. One rhyme: spittoon/dragoon.
dra·goon: 1. noun: a member of any of several cavalry regiments in the British army.
2. verb: coerce (someone) into doing something. "she had been dragooned into helping with the housework"
|Long after the fight
My face flowed
© Kåre Enga (5.january.2020)
24 syllables strung out in an odd pattern reflecting the wobble of a defeated welterweight (definition #3). Some alliteration: sp, bl.
Welter: 1. verb (literary): move in a turbulent fashion. "the streams foam and welter"; 2. noun: a large number of items in no order; a confused mass. "there's such a welter of conflicting rules"; 3. noun: short for welterweight (140 to 147 pounds or 63.5–67 kg).
|Red poppies blow
I pen a poem
while poor children
Am I prescient.
Am I wrong.
© Kåre Enga (3.january.2020)
5/4/4/4/4/3 = 24 syllable
Free verse not dependent on rhyme or rhythm. Kept together by alliteration. The line breaks can be a pause while reading out-loud.
Prompt is prescient: having or showing knowledge of events before they take place.
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below."
This was our home:
the tipsy balcony, three flights of stairs,
each brick holding a memory
of where we fell or where we hid.
Go there! Bring one home,
so I can hold it in my hands
take what life force still remains,
tuck it into my heart.
© Kåre Enga (3.january.2020)
8 lines free verse.
|"After the party"
Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine!
Must everything be ordered and pristine?
Christine, why do you scream?
Syllables per line: 8/10/6
2. //---/---/ but read -/-/-/-/-/
3. -///// but could be read -/,-/-/ maintaining a pattern of -/ (unstressed/stressed) the pause after the comma makes the third line conform more closely with the first.
Channeling the song "Jolene".
One way to read this:
All hail our apple trees festooned with fallen snow.
Tankards gripped — tight in hand — we wassail friend and foe.
Note: Couplet of rhyming alexandrine lines (12 syllables).
12/12 and a/a rhyme; definite rhythm.
Had to look it up to be sure as in my dialect it's two syllables: Wassail (/ˈwɒsəl/, /-eɪl/; Old Norse "ves heil", Old English was hál, literally: be hale) is a beverage of hot mulled cider, drunk traditionally as an integral part of wassailing, a Medieval Christmastide English drinking ritual intended to ensure a good cider apple harvest the following year. Can be a noun or a verb.
|My favorite part of "winter" is the first and last snow and any day when the sun shines... like earlier. So 5 winter haikus.
Swiftly snow falls,
a carpet for sandaled-feet
of the bobcat
Not a haiku but haiku-ish: (English syllables: 3/7/3; 11/14/7 Japanese 'on'); a seasonal word, snow; the comma cuts it into two parts; two images (more-or-less), snow and bobcat. What does it evoke? Maybe "silent" would be better than "swiftly'. It could evoke the silence of a heavy snow or the awe of seeing a bobcat. I dunno... I only write this stuff.
Carpet of fresh
snow — sandaled footprints
of the bobcat
(4/5/4; 9/15/7) em-mark to break, a clearer two images than above and doesn't feel like a sentence. Evokes? Awe maybe.
by frost — grey whiskers
over thin lips
This one is (4/5/4 σ or 9/10/8 'on') frost indicates season (autumn, early winter), the em-mark — cuts into two parts, grey whiskers indicates age. It could evoke "age", maybe the sweetness of growing old.
Pale yellow rays —
geraniums lean towards
(4/6/4 or 8/14/10) again frosted indicates winter, the juxtaposition might evoke longing or hope.
A figure huddled
in blankets — one bulb
lights the hovel
Hmm... has a cutting punctuation. But what is the season? Winter is implied by 'huddled in blankets'. What emotion evoked? Sadness or loneliness maybe as poverty is also implied. (5/5/4 or 8/13/7)