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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation.
*Delight*          *Rolleyes*          *Yawn*

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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IN MEMORIUM

VerySara

passed away November 12, 2005

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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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June 8, 2022 at 11:47pm
June 8, 2022 at 11:47pm
#1033636
Serenade to Odin's Day

Even half-blind
I see how you brighten our north-western horizon,
sky shifting from orange to red to purple —
how only puce remains to greet
the pinpricks of your ancient cousins —
those who bide their time.

This is your realm.

As long as you are lit they blush respectful,
bow before your golden glow —
but soon —
twilight diamonds sprinkle greetings through your dreams.

Far into the cooling night they twinkle —
until you yawn —
stretch out your fiery fingers to wake our dawn.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.28] (8.juni.2022)

14 lines
June 6, 2022 at 9:01pm
June 6, 2022 at 9:01pm
#1033451
Net

We weave our words
in and out, in and out,
weft and warp, in and out
and end up tangled.

We laugh and circle,
some go right, some go left,
in and out, in and out
until we're tangled.

We do not care;
leaves are green and petals pink;
the lawn's been cut;
its fragrance fills the air.

We laugh until we're tangled,
then we laugh some more;
the day is done and we have won—
until next year.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.27] (6.juni.2022)

16 lines
For May/June 2022 "The Taboo Words Contest ~ On Hiatus
Prompt: MAYPOLE DANCING
taboo words: ribbons, Maypole, dance, children, music
June 4, 2022 at 7:29pm
June 4, 2022 at 7:29pm
#1033358
Solace for my eyes

Grey-greens, lime-greens, pine-greens.
Greens upon greens —
and the greys:
silvery, lowering, thundering.

Let June change her tune,
become the dusty drought of a thirsty July —
but before we fry:
green under green over green.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.26] (4.juni.2022)

June 3, 2022 at 10:27pm
June 3, 2022 at 10:27pm
#1033323
Ode to the oriole dreams of a ten-year-old

Oh, to have been old instead of young,
to have glimpsed you building your swaying nest in an old elm tree
before it became ill, before it was felled.
All those sunsets aglow behind your silhouette.

Now I drink your sunshine every morning in Portugal,
an old bird pecking at ripened cherries,
a mirage missing the pitch, strike three.
Ah, the memories of a ten-year-old... now casting shadows midst dreams.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.25] (3.juni.2022)
June 2, 2022 at 4:48pm
June 2, 2022 at 4:48pm
#1033249
A dog in Uvalde

He will wait at the door
until you come home.
Time does not matter.
He'll wait there forever.

Your scent will surely fade.
Your voice will be no more.
But he'll sit by the door,
wait and remember.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.24] (2.juni.2022)

Based on a political 'cartoon'.

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Earlier version:

He will wait at the door
until you come home.
He will wait there forever.

Time does not matter.
Your scent will surely fade.
Your voice will be no more.
But he'll sit by the door
and always remember.
April 27, 2022 at 7:31am
April 27, 2022 at 7:31am
#1031475
[When I'm depressed]

When I'm depressed
do not try to cheer me up
and don't be distressed.

Clouds will disperse
as always they must;
so, let me be terse:

DON'T TELL ME I NEED TO CHEER UP.
Sit with me, walk with me, distract me somehow.
This gloom will break up

when it does...
Don't bother to ask
why, or when, or how, because...

it was what it was.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.23] (27.abril.2022)

April 27—“Define” or “explain” something difficult, like a feeling or abstract concept…
April 21, 2022 at 7:23am
April 21, 2022 at 7:23am
#1031107
Static

We barely touched,
sparks flying, depression dying,
amazement dawning
at what we never knew

existed, a solitary moment
when time stopped
until the clock reset itself
and life moved on.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.22] (21.abril.2022)
April 13, 2022 at 10:17pm
April 13, 2022 at 10:17pm
#1030682
Paid for with your arrogance

We provide the means,
less than you want,
yet more than it seems
until you forget
and then — and then — we deem
it's time to remind you.

We scarcely complain
of unforgiving abuse,
the bruises and wounds that remain
regardless — until —
we cleanse our hands of your stain —
and then we bury you.

Time erases all thoughts —
of the lies you sold
and the truth you sought;
the way to the stars now forever lost;
your graveyard bought,
paid for with your arrogance.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.21] (13.april.2022)

18 lines - axaxax, bxbxbx, cxcxcx.

For
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April poem-a-day poetry spot!
#1370829 by Katya the Poet


April 13—Intersection of nature and civilization…
April 9, 2022 at 3:58pm
April 9, 2022 at 3:58pm
#1030412
Oh. No.

Oh.
No.

I don't care what you're selling today.
Ain't buying that load of crap, no way.

No.
Oh?

When you're acting like yo' shit don't stink.
Do you think I give a damn; ya think?

Oh?
No.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.18] (9.april.2022)

10 lines. aa,bb rhyme

For
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April poem-a-day poetry spot!
#1370829 by Katya the Poet


April 9—Persona—write a poem in the voice of a person who is not you.

Reading the other entries, I didn't answer the prompt in the same way. Like... were we supposed to pick a specific persona? Mine is non-specific and although this is how I often think, it's not how I speak (I'm either totally polite or go off and use more colorful language; shit is not my go-to word).

Also... I use the word shit. Purposely. But WdC reduces that to s*** because my p-log is 13+. I lowered it to 13+ because too many readers here refuse to read anything that's not allowed in grade school and contests have 13+ limits, as do reviewers and newsletters. Like... 13 year old kids don't say SHIT! ??? Color me pissed, but I'm tired of fighting the censors. It is what it is.

April 8, 2022 at 12:28pm
April 8, 2022 at 12:28pm
#1030316
You've got mail

I'll get there.
I'll get there.
And if I get lost?
I slime a trail to find my way back.

No need to hurry.
No, never a need to hurry.
And when I'm tired —
I stop.

I'll get there,
wherever, some day, perhaps.
My home, my fortress
sits snug on my back.

I'm no slug.
No, never been a slug.
Just a slow moving snail
delivering your mail.


© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.17] (8.april.2022)

16 lines

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