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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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On a practical note, in answer to your questions:

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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings.
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Along Route 56 in Southwest Kansas, July 2004.
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 Kåre *Leaf5* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop,
The Fish
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August 24, 2022 at 6:39pm
August 24, 2022 at 6:39pm
#1036892
LET'S TALK PROCESS!

As my writer-friends know I'm scatter-brained and easily distracted... much like a cat. *Cat* So, it's normal for me to channel my inner Feline and vomit all over the page. *Vomit* Then... someone (usually me) has to clean up the mess. Sometimes there're diamonds hidden among the hairballs. *Rolleyes*

For "The Writer's Cramp Bianca, bless her pea-pickin' heart, wants us to write ONE doublet by noon tomorrow. *Shock* Well, never one to follow directions, I gagged up a bunch of... seven of them. I've cleaned them up some but left the originals as popnotes to amuse the curious (or bored).

Ah... since dialects divide us (they needn't, but...), some observations: choc'late is two syllables [a] choc-o-late like e-ve-ry would be three; 'all y'all' and 'ya' are American, mostly Southern, slang [b]; Goddess/God? a matter of linguistics and/or belief [b]; two-fer-one poems [b,c] twinsies, brothers from another mother; 'delicious' [d] is a double entendre as Delicious is a well-known apple where I grew up; 'gimme' [e] is slang for 'give me'; [f] is admittedly an aliterative hisssss and 'last night' can mean yesterday or 'YOUR last night' as sometimes I like the humor of ambiguity; 'vittles' = chow, grub, food, y'know? [g].

So these are the 7. If you have time, please quickly read and tell me which you liked the most (or disliked the least):

No calories, they said

At lunch, salted chocolate cookies beckon.
At home, "I reckon I could lose some weight."

original notes for 70a

[70a]

Goddess visits Texas

I created all y'all out of love — Zap!
Unfortunately, ya didn't listen.

[70b]

Zapped

Our Lord created us-all lovingly;
unfortunately, we can't get along.

[70c]

original notes 70b&c

Apple of my eye

Were you always delicious? Me the worm
that dearly wanted to make you my home?

[70d]

original notes for 70d

San Diego would be hell

Just gimme the smell of lightning, the clap
of thunder, rain washing away ennui.

[70e]

original notes for 70e

Last Night

Slithering past the sentry at sunset,
Sally seeks the heat of your warm embrace.

[70f]

original notes for 70f

Priorities

On the run to fetch some bread-n-vittles,
slow down to pet the whining puppy's head.

[70g]

original notes for 70g


Bianca's note and example

WHICH ONE(S) DO YOU LIKE THE BEST?
What is your process?
August 22, 2022 at 5:55pm
August 22, 2022 at 5:55pm
#1036821
I don't need:

fever,
chills, headaches,
and your tsk-tsk-tsk
to know I'm truly
sick.

[68a]

Words: 1,2,3,4,1. Syllables: 2,3,5,5,1 (tsk-tsk-tsk can also be said as a triplet). Metrical/musical: ?.

Political Show Conspiracies

Couldn't
they imagine
life without drama?
We demand truth — or
consequences.

[68b]

Words: 1,2,3,4,1. Syllables: 2,4,5,5,3 (emdash adds a beat). Metrical/musical: ?.

Saturday night at the casino

Grapes
of Wrath,
bright rainbow bruises,
all fights fade to
purple.

[68c]

Lotus of Battambang

Nine
doorways beckon.
Enter and leave
all doubts and pain
behind.

[68d]

Atheist condemned

This!
This way
leads to heaven;
why do you choose
hell?

[68e]

An atheist responds

I'd
rather die
as I live:
Lovingly embracing all — especially
you.

[68i]

Ringing

When
in doubt,
call an expert.
My line be always
busy.

[68f]

Squeeze

One.
Two halves.
Our hearts beat
fragrant, healthy, juicy, vibrant
orange.

[68g]

January

Your
head swivels
east and west
never answering, committing, explaining,
Janus.

[68h]


Words: 1,2,3,4,1. Syllables: . Metrical/musical: ?.

For "The Writer's Cramp

huser:lansinger.land (Bianca):

Thanks to Bibliotheek Oostland (Library Oostland) in Lansingerland, who pointed me to this form.

"Elfje", Elevenie is a poetry form which is used to help people get aquainted with writing poetry in forms. It consists out of eleven words, divided over five lines.

1st line: one word
2nd line: two words
3rd line: three words
4th line: four words
5th line: one word.

Line 1 to 4 may form a long sentence, and line 5 summarizes the content of line 1 - 4 in just one word. Somtimes additional requirements can be given, (like: Line 1, object, line 2 colour etc) but it is not mandatory.
August 20, 2022 at 8:05pm
August 20, 2022 at 8:05pm
#1036744
Serpents all

The Snake River wallows, lonesome,
in the deep and narrow gorge it carved,
following the focused rush of raindrops ocean bound;
but you, O Colombia,
you who braved the floods that scoured the plains
as mountain ice-dams burst with melting lust,
must watch us crouch upon your sinuous banks
in four-armed hugs: curling, coiling, trussed.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.66] (20.august.2022)

Notes: adjective: sinuous
having many curves and turns.
"the river follows a sinuous trail through the forest"
Lignende:
winding
windy
serpentine
curving
twisting
meandering
snaking
snaky
zigzag
zigzagging
turning
bending
curling
coiling
undulating
tortuous
sinuate
ogee
anfractuous
flexuous
meandrous
serpentiform
Motsatt betydning:
straight
lithe and supple.
"the sinuous grace of a cat"
Lignende:
lithe
supple
agile
graceful
loose-limbed
limber
lissom
willowy
slinky
lithesome
Motsatt betydning:
clumsy

August 20, 2022 at 12:31am
August 20, 2022 at 12:31am
#1036714
In progress to fashion into a poem.

When I left yesterday for tomorrow I stopped here along the way. And this is how the dawn/beginning, the noon/zenith, the sunset/fading (that) now defines-me/fashioned-my-clay. Red sketch stretching across the sky/ending-of-the-day the sky-river's ripple headed elsewhere, a nowhere I've never visited but one that beckons me to fly/soar today. As the untraveled/untrammeled path devoid of footsteps begs to guide me. I put one thought before the other and pray. This moment is mine and mine alone, along the lonely bay they say holds my heart gently as time/breath and seconds sway/fade-away. I will enter tomorrow with gladness knowing that it too will become a precious/golden/gold-pressed memory of yesterday. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.64] (19.august.2022)
August 18, 2022 at 7:58pm
August 18, 2022 at 7:58pm
#1036655
Full moon falling

The rain, the fog, the foto they took
before the moon crashed.
Life now snuffed or glass-embedded,
mangled, the muffled cries that faded
before light returned to fossils found strewn
among the frosted memories
of long-forgotten folks
that once drove headlong, unforgiving,
through fog and mist,
much like us,
following the moans and haunting howls
undaunted.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.63] (18.august.2022)

For August '22: "Spirits at Lighthouses Contest - Closed
August 18, 2022 at 2:33am
August 18, 2022 at 2:33am
#1036624
Boomerang

Kind words waft on winds that wend your way,
hoping you will send them back —
someday — or pay them forward.

Nothing boomerangs quite like karma.

So I wish in whispers,
keep an ear to quivering ground,
decipher every crack of lightning,
scry each thundering boom.

Know that in my heart there's room for you.
I'll keep the light on just in case.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.62] (17.august.2022)

In "Boomerang [62]

Earlier version:

Boomerang

Kind words waft on winds I send your way,
hoping you will send them back —
someday — or pay them forward.

Nothing boomerangs quite like karma.

So I wish in whispers,
keep an ear to the quivering ground,
decipher every crack of lightning,
scry the thunder's boom.

Know there's room for you in my heart.
I'll keep the light on just in case.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.62] (17.august.2022)
August 15, 2022 at 11:55pm
August 15, 2022 at 11:55pm
#1036546
Plumage

Feather in my cap, I strut fast-forward
and don't look back.

As a river flows overhead; I open an umbrella,
slog through the crap.

When smoke signals sent from I-don't-know
make me choke and fall apart,

I blow my top like Yellowstone —
an up-welling of magma from my heart.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.61] (15.august.2022)

Plume (prompt for Express it in Eight): a feather in my cap; a river flowing overhead; smoke signals sent from Idaho... an upwelling of magma from my heart.
August 12, 2022 at 12:14pm
August 12, 2022 at 12:14pm
#1036420
August death by dust

Willow watches as hot winds brush her long tresses,
two blackbirds squawking at passersby,
where stunted cattails stand stoic, defiant of this drought.

As for us —

Do yesterday's sorrows predict tomorrow's triumphs
or more trials that erode the soul's grip on life,
as eyes blink and lashes brush away this drying dust.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.60] (12.august.2022)

7 lines ~52 words
August 11, 2022 at 6:50pm
August 11, 2022 at 6:50pm
#1036391
Draft of '72

You tied me to a tree
till I turned yellow,
stroked my slick hard topaz,
my soft shades of mellow...

Now you tie a ribbon...
so quick to forget,
that long before you sent me off to war,
you wished me dead.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [178.58] (11.agosto.2022)
August 10, 2022 at 4:37pm
August 10, 2022 at 4:37pm
#1036349
Lament of the long-lived loser

Sweat gathers in wrinkles,
ripples in dark pools under glazed eyes.

What a price for having out-lived myself —
once more.

When will I learn to bloom before dawn,
wither before each noon day's blast.

Better to be a mayfly: fragile and joyful —
than battered, bitter and torn.


© Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [179.57] (10.agosto.2022)

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