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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
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L'aura del campo

'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos'
♣ Federico García Lorca ♣

Higgins Street Bridge, April 25th  2009, Missoula, Montana

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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~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
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January 8, 2020 at 9:57pm
January 8, 2020 at 9:57pm

In a field of sunflowers

He stares speechless,
oblivious to all,
overcome by
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"

January 7, 2020 at 5:05pm
January 7, 2020 at 5:05pm
Once upon a time in Oxford (Only Once)

He chewed tobacky,
aimed for the spittoon,
and missed.

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"

January 5, 2020 at 9:12pm
January 5, 2020 at 9:12pm
Long after the fight

              I was.

My face flowed
                             when mashed,
blood          spilt
   blue mats,

          that          dared
                   not          blush

© 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).

24 Syllables   (E)
Can you write a poem in only 24 Syllables?
#2162300 by Lostwordsmith
January 4, 2020 at 5:14pm
January 4, 2020 at 5:14pm
Red poppies blow

I pen a poem
predicting war
while poor children
pocket pastries.
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.

24 syllable

Prompt is prescient: having or showing knowledge of events before they take place.

Title from:

"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."

John McCrae
January 3, 2020 at 6:33pm
January 3, 2020 at 6:33pm
Chewing up what was

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.

My Word  (13+)
A weekly contest for Free Verse poets painting a photo prompt into words.
#2207742 by Bobturn
January 3, 2020 at 5:58pm
January 3, 2020 at 5:58pm
Yrt Nallag

Yrt Nallag!
We walk it backwards
to a time when knights wore armor,
when their gallantry
was a 'thing'.

no rhyme nor rhythm.

January 2, 2020 at 9:56pm
January 2, 2020 at 9:56pm
Lick me,
full lips and tongue.
I'm not a warty toad.
Like a sapid fig — I exist to be

no intentional rhyme or rhythm.
similar to the 2/4/6/8/2 = 22 syllables of a cinquain.
prompt: sapid.
For "24 Syllables

January 1, 2020 at 6:27pm
January 1, 2020 at 6:27pm
"After the party"

Christine, Christine, Christine, Christine!
Must everything be ordered and pristine?
Christine, why do you scream?

©KåreEnga (1.january.2020)

Syllables per line: 8/10/6
1. -/-/-/-/
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.
Rhyme: aaa
Prompt: pristine
Channeling the song "Jolene". *Laugh*

One way to read this:
chris.TINE.chris.TINE.chris.TINE.chris.TINE! *Music2*

December 22, 2019 at 1:05am
December 22, 2019 at 1:05am


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.

24 Syllables   (E)
Can you write a poem in only 24 Syllables?
#2162300 by Lostwordsmith

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.
December 21, 2019 at 5:43pm
December 21, 2019 at 5:43pm
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.


Carrots sweetened
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
frosted windows

(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)

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